It’s 2 am. I’m still awake. I’ve never been gladder that I got a good night’s sleep the night previous. I am also glad that I know when to shamelessly manipulate someone into not getting their plan completed that they made up for a group of other people without asking.
Some people call that not succumbing to the manipulation of others, but I’m not going to split hairs. I lied. I refused to answer the phone. All because I was. Not. Ready to go.
Because when I got all excited? And was ready to go? Every single thing that was supposed to be better about the destinatation was, um. Not.
It wasn’t one of those, with good reason things either. So it turns out, my rarely used power of derailing an agenda chosen for me by another party who did not ask me worked out for the better.
Because if this had been last night? Like it was supposed to be?
I would have been pissed.