- sat on the couch Friday evening with both the cordless and my cell phone gripped in each hand waiting for any sign of the boy, sadly there was none. Wound up watching "The Perfect Man"with the roommate. Wrote approximately another 50 pages in my journal.
- woke up to the phone ringing at 12:51 am, I shot up out of bed, cloudily convinced that it was boy calling. As I was stopping to check the message, I heard someone rattling our front door. Opened the door, phone in hand, only to find other roommate's parents locked out...it was them who phoned.
- did my laundry all morning with cell phone very close in case there was a miracle and I actually heard from the boy. Still didn't hear anything.
- went around the city taking photos thinking that I was the next Ansel Adams, imagining myself giving them away for Christmas presents and imagining all the alcolades given for my before unknown photographic genius. Took photos to get developed: talent is blantently missing.
- came home to no new phone messages, despair deepening, sat down to teach myself to knit (a device to try and keep my mind off the phone...and you guessed it, the freaking boy). Watched Family Guy movie....thinking the entire time of how the boy hates the talking dog.
- Sitting here now watching Cool as Ice. "Yip, yip she likes me"- Could I love this movie any more?
- Plans for tomorrow? Probably sitting by the phone waiting for the phone call that isn't going to come. ARGGHH!
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