Maya’s away, so Grumpus will play
Maya left for New York this morning so for a few days I will wallow in the mire of pseudo-batchelorhood. It always amazes me how quickly being on my own grows old. After entertaining, and quickly discarding, thoughts of calling in the Russian hookers, and thereafter perfunctorily trolling the Web for porn, it hits me - it is SO quiet without Maya. Whether it’s decrying the injustice of Elliot’s elimination or extolling the virtues of reading the Economist or just plain “yappin’ away” as we like to call it, I realize how Maya’s chatter and voice are such constants in my life. Those quick phone calls during the day just to see how she’s doing or to ask what’s for dinner, Maya’s voice fills in the gaps in my day. That and her constant mugging for the non-existent cameras for our imaginary sit-com. Guess I just miss her.
That being said, thank God I don’t have to hear Elliot Yamin’s version of “Moody’s Mood for Love” again!
Peace out.
Awwwww. Maya loves Grumpus very much too.