… with WTL was canceled again. It was supposed to happen yesterday – the same morning that I found out about my nephew. This time, it was probably for the best, but I really would have appreciated the distraction. Instead, I ordered a pizza (one of nephew’s favorite foods) and drank four beers. RIP, G. May you find in death what you couldn’t seem to find in life.
She’s not “the one” anyway, but I was hoping to knock the rust off my social skills with her. Oh, well. Back to zero, again.