I could have had a date this weekend

but I had to work. For some crazy reason, I decided it would be a brilliant idea to schedule myself such that I am working every single day for almost three weeks straight. Stupid, stupid, stupid. On account of this, I have had to turn down a date with David for this weekend and suggest that we meet up some other time (which might not be for a while). It's ok though—it'll give us a chance to get to know each other a little better (or at least that's what I keep telling myself).