Moaning Myrtle

I'm feeling sorry for myself.

I can't help it.

What the fuck is going on with the cosmos? Is there some stamp on my forehead that says everyone I give a crap about should make arrangements to do stuff and then bail last minute?

Okay, Pete had a fit.

Okay, my working-for-5-years-in-a-crap-hole bit was bad timing.

Okay, so I get Katie, Cassie, and maybe Chris tomorrow.

But tonight?

TONIGHT?

Gaaaaaaah ... the second time in a row I've been let down by the same person. And what's worse is that this was meant to make up for last time?

But what can I do? Just suck it up, smile like it doesn't matter and carry on?

I'm sick of doing that. I'm easy-going up to a point, but when I blow, it's nuclear.

I've known this person basically all my life, and she never flakes out like this. And she made me feel horrid when I asked, an hour after we normally meet up, whether it was still going on ... I know she didn't mean to, but this is getting boring. I'm a single mum who works full time, if we arrange something that's probably the first time in weeks I'm doing anything for me.

So now I'm torturing myself with the New Moon DVD. And I'm off to sleep.

No one's allowed to bail tomorrow. Or I might do something stupid.