The morning was lonely. No Roomie to catch up with or talk to. I got dressed early and headed to class an hour before it started to catch up on work, where I was already reassured by the teacher that my work would be done on time and just like that half my worries went away.
I was starving by lunch and got my, as you know by the food diary, very healthy drink and very unhealthy snack.
To make a lullish story short, I stayed in class even after everyone left and left a little before 7 so I could at least have an evening to myself. I started texting SF about my keys, which were not in my purse and had learned from Friend that he was the last one to touch them. So, as predicted, I was locked out of my apartment for a good 15 minutes, waiting for Other Roomie to arrive home and get me inside so I could continue playing Shadow of the Colossus. Though, while texting SF, I left everything open-ended so he could feel free to invite himself over or me since Roomie was not home (sad face) so I really had nothing better to do than entertain myself in her room. Once I told him her PS2 wasn't turning on, he told me to hurry over, "Quick like a bunnie!" I smiled. Victory.
I turned up at his place, greeted with a plate of penne pasta with sundried tomato sauce and green beans. This lifted my spirits quite a lot, after not expecting much. I scarfed it up on his couch, considering it was a bit cold, but it tasted good. Then I nibbled on a too-big piece of key lime pie. It was short and fat and pale and loaded with dense whipped cream and a bright green lime twist. Very rich, very yummy, too good to be true. So I did the sensible thing and got it the hell away from me before I went overboard.
Just as we were about to leave because SF said he could turn the PS2 on, I get a text from Friend saying she's read the previous blog I posted (the one about me loosing my smile) and felt like shit because of it. It took a moment for me to fully understand since, once the blogs are posted, they're yesterday's news and that's that, just memories put down to look back on. Once I realized I would have to explain myself, I only felt bad that it got to her so much. Poor Friend. I know the feeling of not being able to let go of a seemingly inaccurate comment about yourself. It's quite awful. Thankfully, we're both big girls who can let it go with an elongated sorry.
SF is currently asleep in bed. I'm typing this on the cream shag rug of Roomie's bedroom with Moulin Rouge playing on the TV. It has the best love songs ever recorded and one of the best I'm-saturated-in-love male characters before Robbie (James McAvoy) in Atonement, and Tom (Joseph Gorden-Lovett) in 500 Days of Summer.
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