The nerve of those Whos!

Inviting me done there, on such short notice!

Even if I wanted to go my SCHEDULE Wouldn't allow it!

One o'clock, Wallow in self pity.

Four thirty, Stare into the abyss.

Five o'clock, Solve world hunger; Tell no one.

Five thirty, Jazz-ercise.

Six thirty, dinner with me. I can't cancle that again!

Seven o'clock, wrestle with my self-loathing...

I'm booked!

Well if I bump the loathing to to nine I could still be done in time to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness...

But what would I wear!!