Rainy day. Sun has set, and auto horns sound angrily on 42nd eight floors below me. I'm torn. I'm supposed to hang out with a friend whom I haven't seen for awhile tonight, but I just want to go home. Fresh back from Dallas this noon, I have my suitcase in tow, and I got home to two new sets of steel shelves I could put together and further get my apartment in order.
Quandary: Lug the suitcase in the rain to the Beauty Bar for a pint or two and no food? Or cancel once she's out of class to train home and nest? We can always hang out tomorrow.
I seem to think that a lot: We can always <x> tomorrow. I guess I'll procrastinate... later.
Quandary: Lug the suitcase in the rain to the Beauty Bar for a pint or two and no food? Or cancel once she's out of class to train home and nest? We can always hang out tomorrow.
I seem to think that a lot: We can always <x> tomorrow. I guess I'll procrastinate... later.