The Septimus Notes

Sunday, April 24, 2005

|... the rub.|

And B was going to go. He was allegedly excited to go. But the day before today I told him that I wanted to take a break. I was frustrated with what I perceived (and I still maintain rightly so) as selfishness on his part. I had spoken with Michelle and Josh, the planners of the event, about the break. Evidently they tried to talk me out of it -- but not hard enough.

And would have gone down in the books as one of the single most glorious events of my young adult life was down before the count started. Chances are it's not a moment that I will ever be able to get back.

And I only wish that B had possessed sense enough to realize that his showing up despite the break would have practically righted everything -- because his showing up would have run directly counter to so much that's come before that lead to my decision.

And I wish he freaking had a frigging cellular phone so that I could talk to him now as he does not appear to be at home.

And now... I fear... I may be starting to feel something... ahh, the power of absence.

promulgated by SWS2.1 at 01:43.
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