Reason #683 That I'm An Asshole
Earlier this week my dear friend Frannie called me to tell me he'd be in Colorado this Wednesday. The last two times he was in town, I was out of town on interviews, but this time I was in town, and we made tentative plans to meet for some dinner and a long overdue catch-up. This week was my last week of classes. Ever. Well, not ever, there's still The Plan, but yesterday I took my final engineering class. In addition to finishing up classes, I have a stack of work to get done by Monday to finish up the semester. That is to say, this week I've been toiling away in a sweatshop of my own making to finish up my degree. Finally. Now I'm not offering this as an excuse for what happened, because as far as excuses go, this is truly scraping the bottom of the barrel. But I forgot he was coming until about 10:30 last night. I was mopping my kitchen. Trying to squeeze some chores into my overly packed week so as to not devolve into a life filled with trash and squalor. I was standing in my kitchen, singing along with George Michael, wet socks, mop in hand, when I remembered my friend Frannie. So please, Dear FranMan, consider this, mea maxima culpa, my sincerest of apologies. I'm sorry I'm such a dillweed.
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