I don’t feel great about mooching off the professor but I don’t hate it either. It took a few days for him to arrange a meeting with the mystery man, and once he found out I was sleeping in my car, he set me up with a guest suite on campus. Now I can say I went to Cornell.
After the B&B this is the second nicest place I’ve stayed. The dining hall is nuts. The food they get here is better than anything I eat by a mile. They have fucking cake and brownies every day! I kept a look out for boys disguised as girls like in all the sorority movies but I didn’t spot any. They must be pretty good at evading detection.
I mostly stayed in the room because being around all these people freaked me out. I spent most of my time alone. Even when I’m at a show, I don’t interact much. I keep saying I should work on that but how do you get started?
Even though we’re the same age, these college students feel like kids to me. I think I’ve felt like an adult most of my life. That’s probably normal when you’re on your own early in life.
I got an angry call from Eric, he had driven to one of the shows I cancelled and he was pretty pissed. I told him that he could come meet me here while explaining again that I can’t use magic to get his wife to take him back. I don’t think I’ll be hearing from him again. So much for my cult.
While I was waiting, I made a list. I’m not even sure of what, but things I need to do something about.
- Asian girl
- Guy who maybe tried to kill his ex-wife with magic
- Probably magic diner