Ta has been gone for three and a half days now. Here's how I've spent the time so far:
Day 1: Denial. I consider emailing Ta and inviting her to lunch, even though we had lunch the day before. I abandon the idea of lunch because I have too much work. Only at 6:02 pm, arriving home, do I realize that I am an idiot and that she's not in the contiguous United States. That, my friends, is professional level denial.
Day 2: Anger. You know what? Fuck Ta. I don't need her. I can amuse myself. With stuff. She's probably having a sucky time anyway. Serves her right.
Day 3: Bargaining/Hallucinating. Having stared at my mail, washed a cookie tray, and watched 4 Colbert Reports, I am at a loss. I cannot amuse myself. I try to lessen the separation by pretending Ta is not far far away. I start having conversations with Ta in my head:
Ro: I'm so BORED!
Ta: Why don't you play a video game?
Ro: I hate you.
Ta: You love video games, though.
Ro: Most of my delusions are crazier than this.
Ta: You could go kill a monkey!
Ro: There we go.
Day 4: Still Bargaining. I'm supposed to progress to Depression, but my imaginary conversations with Ta are actually going pretty well. I might not talk to the real Ta ever again. Example:
Ro: Hey, remember that time?
Ta: Oh my God, yes!
Ro: That was awesome!
Ta: I know!
Ro: Wait, what are you thinking of?
Ta: That time at Staples?
Ro: Oh. I was thinking of that time on the T.
Ta: Well, they were both awesome.
Ro: True.
And:
Ta: God, I could really go for some crab cakes.
Ro: Ta would never say that. I don't even think Ta enjoys crab cakes.
Ta: Yes I do, I like them fine. I have a weird craving.
Ro: Um, have you achieved independent thought?
Ta: ...No?
Ro: ...
I'm looking forward to Day 5, which will feature either Acceptance or Ta's return. I hope Ta comes back, because I'm really curious about her thoughts on the toilet paper issue. Is someone stealing rolls of toilet paper? Am I sleep-using-toilet paper? Did I TP someone's house and forget about it? Ta?
