Wallow in self pity
Stare into the abyss
Salve world hunger, tell no one
Dinner with me - I can’t cancel that again!
Wrestle with my self-loathing
I’m booked. Of course if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness…
BUT WHAT WILL I WEAR!?
I love The Grinch