I'm supposed to be showing up to a rehearsal tonight. I say "supposed," because I said yes, but I've known from the start that I'm not actually going to show up, because I have qualms about the quality of the production, and know that I simply don't have the time. I know, I'm a total shit, and I feel very guilty. And I really shouldn't be this honest and write all this down, but dammit, it's the way it is, I've got too much on my plate, and this person just wouldn't take no for an answer.
Instead, I'm going to help Corb buy a car and then sit at home and watch movies. Is there a special room in hell for me?