The truth has finally sunk in: I have a date. Tomorrow. Between tonight and tomorrow, I need to turn my apartment back into something that's suitable for viewing by another human. And I need to turn myself into something that's ready for viewing by, and interacting with, a profusely attractive other human.
I don't know if I'm ready for this. But the beauty of it is that I have not left myself a choice. The wheels are in motion, so if I don't move too, I'll be crushed by progress. Fear is a great motivator.
Off, now, to vacuum...and panic.
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