MOODY MOOD.

This morning I woke up at 8:30 am because my friend had asked me to go to breakfast (while on this subject, it turned out that his definition of a breakfast was to be at 11 am). Because I had to leave at 11, I made the breakfast for 9 despite my friend\’s groans of how early that is.

So I woke up today knowing that most likely my friend wouldn\’t make it. Knowing how he usually went to sleep late and waking up late. Knowing how he is usually 15-30 minutes late to class…well yeah. Despite all of that, I dragged myself out of my apartment by 8:40 am missing the 8:35 bus. I ran all the way down to Telegraph/Bancroft and caught the Perimeter which I took down all the way to Shattuck. From there I walked all the way to the restaurant.

On the way i tried to call my friend. But to my dismay (and frusturation), I discovered that his cell number had been disconnected. Apparently, he never told me his new cell phone number. And thoughts of how my friends in the past always never put their old numbers in…well, I thought that he probably didn\’t have my number at all. And I spent the next 5-10 minutes fuming about people\’s responsibility.

Not surprisingly, when I got there at 9:12 am, he was not there. Not going to waste a 30 minutes walk for nothing so I took a seat and ate breakfast by myself. The restaurant had a very casual decor. The top of the walls were painted with bookshelves. Tacky pictures laid on the wall. The server seemed to pitty me as I sat by myself watching a table with a mother and her son. Two egg sunny side up, potatoes with no sour cream, cheese puff. And of course homemade lemonade. It was nice eating there…by myself. Peaceful in a way. I wish that I had a notebook with me so that I could start writing.

I took the bus back. Not a surprise, I discover that my friend thought I was going to wake him up. And that we would go together. Eh. I think I am too independent for my own good.