Almost spring time. Slightly warmer. Slightly more adjusted.
Working on the second draft of UNTITLED. Chapter 04, and still motivated, though, easily distracted.
I attempted to be somewhat social, and surround myself with the company of a recent entry into my sphere of influence. It did not work out as planned... and subsequently, after telling the story, I was informed that I was the victim of the worst date of all time.
I do not know what said party member remembers of the events, but even if she agrees with at least two, maybe even all four of the following pieces of information, i would hope she would consider the evening a failure on her part.
She:
1. Arrived to our planned engagement over an hour and a half late...
2. With someone else...
3. Stumbling drunk...
4. Then decided she needed to leave, citing an early day the next morning, after only being there for 10 minutes.
No apology yet. Probably shouldn't hold my breath.
It's a good thing I'm writing a novel about the benefits of the acceptance, and accountability and of the individual.
I am my own therapist, and always have been.
Who needs a drink?
-Mo
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