Sometimes I wish that I could just dive in.

Say yes.

To anything.

To indulge myself even vicariously.

Like tonight.

We’re having a get together. A few friends and their kids are coming to hang out and have dinner. No biggie.

Except that Jenna, the real one, will be there. I’m excited, but a little nervous.

And I want to say, to you, “Wanna come?”

But you know I can’t.

And it’s just too bad.