Last-minute update: No clubbing for me.

[weaselmom]

I think I'm coming down with a touch of something. That sounds just so incredibly wussy, compared to some of the ailments friends are fighting off. But if I go out tonight, I'll be dead on my feet tomorrow. And I can't do that, because my contract extension expires Monday (my actual contract expired this week) and I have to be sharp and alert for anything that is coming down the pike. Instead, I'm going to take a nap and then go to bed.

So I am very sorry to disappoint anybody who thought we would hook up tonight. Mea sucka.

Comments

I'm relieved

[jeanineers.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear you're feeling crappy. But I'm relieved that you're not going. Gives me an excuse to poop out as well. So tired...gravity pulling toward bed...

You were missed...

[ouranophobe.livejournal.com]

You didn't miss much. Really slow night, really tough crowd. I don't think there was anything I could spin that would have gotten more than five people on the floor tonight.

Feh.

Next week???

Re: You were missed...

[weaselmom.livejournal.com]

It's getting to where I'm afraid to promise anything anymore! What if I say I'll be there, and then something comes up--or down--like last night? I hate the feeling of letting people down. I always want to go to the club and see my friends, but sometimes dumb things interfere.