 on such short notice! Even if I wanted to be on it, my schedule wouldn't allow it. 0:00, wallow in self-pity; 0:00, stare into the abyss; 0:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 0:00, jazzercize; 0:00, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again; 0:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 0, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. 