We all unearth our calendars and hunt a day. X works Saturdays, Y needs child care, Z still reserves time for practicing his religion. (Who but God has time to listen anymore?) This week is all meetings, that weekend we’re out of town, the weekend after is the 11th Annual, which we really ought to attend since we haven’t been able to make it since the 3rd. How about? Impossible? Or? Maybe after 4? Too late? The 17th? Sorry, I forgot. The week after? After that? No?
Who has time for this kind of frustration? Friends are simply chatty people you don’t have sex with. Who has time for them?
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