Aw, shucks, I just couldn't get myself moving. I never went. I absolutely will have to go tomorrow. I seem to have forgotten how to leave the house. I needed to shower and wash my hair, and it seemed like climbing a mountain. I have no ambition, little energy for anything but chores around the house. It's like I've forgotten about that other world out there. Like a bird in a cage who has forgotten how to fly. I had a boyfriend once who used to tell me when I'd get a little too adventurous, Manana es otra dia, tomorrow is another day, and so I'll try again tomorrow.