Both my weekend nights are spoken for. Tonight is dinner and Godfather night at Winter's place. Haven't seen it yet, which is almost unbelievable and vaguely shameful. Tomorrow is a "party of obligation" for Vanessa's birthday. How I hate the tug of these things, where it's taken so personally if you don't attend, but you're scarcely noticed if you do. I have many thoughts on this, all of which can be summed up in a word: ugh.
If I knew I'd be alone at the office today, I'd happily go in. As it is, I'll be dragging myself a bit. I just have real trouble focusing in the presence of others sometimes-- not their fault, usually.
Bah. No more wallowing. I need to get moving.