My parents started doing tai chi last year and now they are back at it. Their tai chi class meets on Sundays for some reason. Lilly met Tina at Tina's parents apt, which is just a few blocks from us, to work on Lilly Tells It Like It Is. So I had the place to myself for most of the afternoon. Felix and Paul came over and we had an all out jam session. That took my mind off Mia for a few hours.
Not.
It just gave me other things to think about. My mind is never totally "off" Mia. She's always in there, lurking around underneath the surface.
I wonder what she's doing right now. Probably packing for the trip back tomorrow. Why doesn't she call? I refuse to call the Palais de Genovia again. Those operators seem to know exactly who I am now and their tones are smug as if they think it's so "cute" that the Princess Mia has a boyfriend. It's so embarrassing, I can't stand it. They're like, "Ohhhh, c'est Meshelle Mosco-veetz," pronouncing Michael in that horribly feminine French way and making each "i" into a long "e".
Maybe tomorrow I'll kind of casually drop by the Thermopolis loft and hang out with Mrs. T and Mr. G.
No way. That would be so lame. Like I don't have a life.
Well, I don't, do I?
Damn. I'm sad. I don't even have a single astrophysics lecture to attend @ Columbia until the new semester begins.
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