N.B.: I posted twice yesterday, in an attempt to make up for accidentally not posting on Sunday. I get so confused. . . .
Tonight is the Hurry Date event I signed up for. I don’t want to go. I don’t ever want to meet anybody ever again, much less 25 men, which is what the organizers claim will happen. I want to stay in my room and never come out and eat nothing but chocolate and get monstrously fat and then die.
Which means it must be Tuesday.
But I’ve already paid for the event, so I’ll suffer through it somehow. At the very least it should yield some good blog material.
Is it possible for me to be on a search for love and have lost all desire to find it?