6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my sel[f]-loathing... I'm booked! But if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed and... π€π π
Thought we'd have drinks somewhere different on a (F)riday night. Sorry if you were the guy across the road who got an eyeful, we didn't see you there.