Despite the lulzy interaction I had with the bitch today, there was a downside to this day. I saw Mazza in the laundry room and he invited me to go eat dinner with him off campus. Unfortunately, due to my bumbling stupidity, I inadvertently turned down the offer by asking if he was still using his car, which caught on fire during the summer. I guess he took it as a rejection. He came back later from Cafe Ventana and said that he was full. Sigh, another chance at interaction lost.
Update: It's night and I feel fantastic. Finally officially terminating relations with Phoebe has made me feel as though I just let a ton of rocks off my chest. This is one hell of a placebo effect. Dear God, it feels great.
I guess it's official that I can start a new life now, one not burdened by the past. Clean slate, tabula rasa!
Note to self: Do not turn down invitations, when people invite you to do something or go somewhere accept it and do it. Only clarify statements if there strategic implications otherwise don't bother.
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