me: Now I’m stressed. Time to lay in bed procrastinating until 2:45pm.

What about getting mentally prepared? 9am… eh?

Me in my head: frantically starts trying to think up plausible excuses to get out of going without hurting anyone’s feelings, once again forgetting that they know about my social anxiety and would probably accept the true reason for me not wanting to go

I got super fucking excited because I thought of the old macro/meme when I saw the title.

http://i.cbc.ca/1.3205526.1440681173!/fileImage/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/16x9_620/o-rly-owl.jpg