Bad day. Bad! No biscuit.

Yesterday was not a good day. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't an awful day, but it certainly wasn't a good day. I'll put it down under "bad"... that safely sums things up.

Bonnie cancelled on dinner on September 1st... says the place Chantal picked is A) Too fishy, and since she's deathly allergic to fish it might kill her (good reason), and B) Not very good (not such a good reason). I asked her to recommend someplace she wouldn't die going to, but she doesn't want to bother... she says that if we pick someplace good that won't kill her, she'll come.

I'm a little hurt... okay, I'm kinda crushed, really. I was really looking forward to seeing her... it totally bums me out that I won't be. But she can't be bothered to put in any effort to come see me... which really hurts. I mean, I know she doesn't mean it in a hurtful way... she has plenty on her plate and I suppose any additional work is just too much. But still... here I am trying to bend-over backwards to see her, and she won't go a little out of her way to see me. Can't even be bothered to suggest a place she wouldn't mind going to.
[sigh]

This totally blows.

Anyway, nothing I can do about it now... I'm going to ask Harry to suggest a good Korean or Chinese restaurant in the area... maybe he knows someplace. And if it's good maybe Bon will still come, but I'm not going to bend myself out of shape for her any more... yes, I'd love to see her, but it's getting increasingly obvious that she doesn't care that much, which is fine, but means that I have to take the same attitude or it's gonna kill me.