Bloody Well Right
(I’ve got Supertramp stuck in my head.)
An off-the-cuff post because it’s better than pretending I have nothing to say. It’s spring break and one of the things I was looking forward to was lots of bandwidth available for the tv shows I’ve been downloading… except for the fact that my computer’s at the Apple Store for three to five days. Was also looking forward to the movies I’d be able to watch to pass the time (I own quite a few DVDs that I haven’t seen yet) except- oh wait, that’s right, my computer isn’t here. And so on.
I was able to get an extension on my essay (due last Friday) because my professor, although flighty and fairly irresponsible (and very, very smart, so perhaps it balances out?) understands very well the woes of boy trouble, especially when as ridiculous as my own.
Speaking of which, another silver-lining discovery is that this story is wonderfully amusing to tell. You should see the reactions. (Out for coffee with a friend, every long pause was filled with an exclaimation of disbelief: “Las Vegas!?”) I’ve been writing down random memories of the relationship because if there was ever memoir material, this is it, but it can occasionally get overwhelming, no surprise there. Hindsight sure changes things.
Life started looking up, even though the boy who said he’d call me yesterday didn’t, which is still okay because even the idea of him calling made me gleeful. As I said before, things can only get better from here.