bitful

You know those moments in Ally McBeal when the energetic music suddenly stops with the sound of the needle scratching the record or, better still, slows down and dies as if the record player has been unplugged? Well, that's exactly how I'm feeling at the moment.

Part of my extremely chirpy mood of the past couple of days was due to the anticipation of having J. over for dinner tonight. Menus were devised, pondered over and scrapped, shopping was done, my trademark vegetarian lasagna baked, wine was chilled, the flat cleaned and tidied, and as I got back from my jog in the park and was about to slip into a hot bath, I checked my messages and he's just called to cancel, he's not feeling too well, he's wondering if we could move it to tomorrow night.

I'm wondering if I can be bothered at all. And I find myself reaching for my cigarettes but no, I haven't got any, bummer.

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