Its not too late

Its only twenty past ten, its a Friday night, I'm all dressed up and my 'go' hasn't materialized yet. Frustration is not my favourite place. Then again, its not too late.

As if nerves weren't enough, I hate waiting, and yet again I am. I had a call in and got nothing, so told myself to wait half an hour. I could be at J's show, and I'm going to be doubly upset if I have to miss it... wait scratch that, I am going to be doubly upset if I have missed it for no reason. I have a sinking feeling that my plans are going to fall through... and I'm having such a pretty night too. Not that it would be so bad to get some work done tonight, I know that staying at home would not lead to work, instead I'd go for a walk and lament deadbeats. Except its cold out. I am shaking... I need to calm down.