May 26, 2002 :: 5:12 p.m.
I am the invisible woman
I wasn't in pleasant spirits earlier - Mason decided to stay home tonight, which put a hitch in my plans. But I still made dinner, because I figured that Adam could still come over for dinner and hang out for a while, right?
I'm eating dinner now. Alone. I'm eating my homemade minestrone and my parsley potatoes and typing in my stupid online diary. I would be eating baked apples and ice cream, but thankfully, before I made them I found out that sometimes what I say vanishes into thin air. Apparently he has no recollection of my saying anything about spending the night or cooking him dinner. I didn't ask; after he asked me what I was doing tonight and said that he was going to eat dinner with his mom, I just sort of assumed. *sigh* This is pretty fucking good soup, too. I'd like to say "his loss," but I just can't make myself feel that way. Why am I so completely forgettable?
We'll probably hang out later, which should be a consolation - like even if my words mean nothing, he still wants to see me - but I can't shirk this disappointment. I suppose I'm going to have to give in and tell him what's wrong, because at this point I just want to cry. Mer. Bye.
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