So Guy-I-Hate-from-the-trip-to-Jamaica invited Mr. Peachy and I over for Mr. Peachy's (former) boss (who invited us to Jamaica)'s birthday tonight and asked us to bring a cake or pie. 10 minutes ago. For a dinner at 7pm. And I have plans this afternoon. I want to punch Guy-I-Hate in the face, but Mr. Peachy's former boss really likes the food I make (he went on and on about it at my birthday and it was kind of weird), so I want to do a good job. For him. Not for Guy-I-Hate. Because I hate that guy. (I STILL NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT HOW AWFUL HE WAS ON OUR TRIP).