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Have you screwed over your friends lately?

I have.

Yesterday after Andrew's graduation lunch at Ruby Foo's, we planned to go home, change, and meet Andrew in Times Square at 9. From there we'd pick up Asti from "The Producers" and go club-hopping. (Never mind that I wasn't fully decided that I would go, and had yet to call Gina and explain why I couldn't come over last night.)

What happened: we went home. Around 7 pm I fell asleep. I woke up at 3 am. 8 messages on my phone; 2 from a tired and annoyed Andrew; 2 from a worried Gina; 2 from a tired and annoyed Asti; 2 hang-ups. (They called my phone because Kirsten's doesn't seem to ring more than once.)

There are no excuses. We were inexcusably horrible. Andrew went home, exhausted, thinking we'd meet Asti; therefore, NO ONE met Asti. We called him today to apologize, and he was very understanding about it, which makes me feel much worse. He's shit on all the time by his family; his brother asked for his graduation money to pay for a towed car. (And, of course, Andrew paid it.) And Asti's here from England for just a few days and we left her in the lurch. Not to mention Gina.

I don't know how to make it up to them. This attempt at waking up out of my paralysis certainly was a rousing failure.

I screwed over three friends yesterday; how about you?

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