"The party is in the evening, so sleep all you want," Jennifer said with a playful smile as she closed the door behind her.
How rude of her, though in hindsight, I should have expected that.
Birthday parties are usually held in the evenings, so my 'I want to sleep' excuse would obviously be useless.
Hmm, but in some cultures, birthdays are celebrated in the morning, so my excuse could have worked had I been a bit luckier. So, it's not my fault.
Yes, it's this world's fault.
Cringe realisations aside, what should I do now?
I have zero interest in attending anything like a party, but I don't really have anything else to do either.
Compared to lying on my bed like a salted fish, watching Jennifer make a fool out of herself at a party she was invited to only out of courtesy should theoretically be slightly more amusing.