So. Um. I have a signing at Short Pump Barnes & Noble (that's Richmond) at 1 p.m.
It was quite terrible because I nearly forgot it -- it was a reschedule from an event I was supposed to have back in March when I came down with The Puke.
Anyway, so this is how my memory was jogged.
Friend on Facebook: So excited about meeting you tomorrow!
Me: Meet . . . me . . . tomorrow . . . ? *thinking: fans reaching new depths of stalkerness* *if they come to my house, they better wax my car*
Friend on Facebook: Yes! At your signing!
Me: My . . . signing? *thinking: one of us has wires crossed and I hope to holy hannah that it's her*
Friend on Facebook: Ruh-roh! (that is a direct quote) Wrong date? It's at Short Pump?
Me: *searching rapidly* *finding signing* *smacking forehead* I'm looking forward to meeting you tomorrow too!
So sorry for the short notice. I am profoundly grateful for said Facebook friend saving me from looking like an idiot. Now that I am renting my brain out, I'm considering asking booksellers to phone me the day before events to make sure I am actually still conscious of said event.