Am making coffee and pondering the perfect brief text to send to explain that I will not be attending this evening's rich fucker event. I actually am sorry about it, but I can’t make myself go. I’m so tired, I have intermittent tooth pain, week two on amoxicillin is worse than week one, and the recent change in the weather has made my whole brain ache. Also, going is stressing me right the hell out, and I’m already under a ton of freaking stress.
Maybe I feel better as the day progresses and we go, but I’d like to have that perfect text handy just in case I want to bail. Which I do. I really don’t want to go. I never wanted to go. I felt obligated to do so, and I hate that feeling.