It is a strange emotion, basically me feeling bad because I let some one down. It does not help that a bunch of other people flaked too, I did not make it and since I wanted to, but was not considerate enough to take the 3 minutes it would have taken to email him, I feel guilt. Must be all that catholic upbringing. It is like my Wrestling coach said in high school, excuses are like @ss hole, everyone has one and they all stink.
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