So, I should be at the PSG party.
whine
But it's really really really hot outsid, AND,
I have a headache, AND,
There are Other Things going on too, AND
I don't really have any friends in PSG, AND
They're probably going to be playing volleyball and running around and stuff and I'm really not athletic at all, as in I try to avoid the volleyball when it comes at me and I can't serve to save my life, AND
I'm a very unsocial person.
/whine
Maybe I'll go later. But I know I'll regret it when I don't go. I'll think back on this day, and say "That was when my life began to go truly wrong: when I skipped out on the PSG party."
In the meantime:

Pathetic, non? Mais c'est la vie. I am the minor character who gets killed off and mostly forgotten, except for when he's needed as a plot device.