The Lyrical Stylings of Phil Collins

I was listening to The Postal Service's cover of Against All Odds, and the chorus was remarkably relevant:

So take a look at me now, oh there’s just an empty space
And there’s nothing left here to remind me,
Just the memory of your face
Ooh take a look at me now, well there’s just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against all odds and that’s what I’ve got to face

I went to the NSCS barbecue at Lakewood today, and in spite of dodgy weather and wicked case of no-Miyuki, I had fun. I had originally planned to drop off the soda I had said I'd bring and then take off, but I realized I'd rather stick around than volunteer the information that I'd been dumped yesterday to explain why I was fleeing. Ironically enough, Holly asked why my girlfriend wasn't there, and I volunteered that information without hesitation. Also ironic: Holly's birthday is the same as Miyuki's.

After burgers, dogs, chips, and chatting Holly, Chiho, and I went kayaking on the lake. It was Holly's and Chiho's first time. With my mind elsewhere, I repeatedly kept paddling without realizing how far ahead of them I was, and I kept repeatedly feeling assy for it.

Dead week, ahoy.

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Miyuki broke up with me at about 11:00 a.m. this morning while we were waiting to be served breakfast in The Bagelry, a downtown restaurant.

An Empty Space

Miyuki moved out today. We'd lived together since January 28. That's exactly four months.

My place feels eerily empty. I need to distract myself with something to keep me from missing her so much. Even though we're still together, and she only lives about a mile away, it feels entirely foreign to have this apartment all to myself again. I think I'll go rent some ridiculous action movie from Blockbuster. Miyuki never wanted to watch action flicks with me.

I miss her.

Edit: I walked to Blockbuster, rented the Bourne Supremacy, and picked up two gallons of ice cream that were on sale at Haggen. While walking, I realized I haven't been this emotionally charged since Helga died.

When I was returning to my place, I passed this black dude wearing huge clothes and earphones. As he passed me, he sang along to the music in his earphones and exclaimed, "It's all G-Double-Oh-D Good!"