it was like, totally inspiring...

Saturday, Sept. 29, 2007 | 1:24 AM

i hate it when my dad says, "you drive me to smoking sarah."

...

i should write about what happened with karen on thursday... which really wasn't much.

since she said she'd call around 11, i went ahead and woke myself up at that time, but i didn't actually get up until she called, which turned out to be around 1. i was just laying there, thinking, when my phone started ringing. i was hesitant. i stared at my phone for a moment before answering, "hello."

"hi, is sarah there?"

"yeah, this is sarah."

"were you sleeping? this is karen by the way."

i wasn't actually sleeping, so i said, "uh, no i wasn't sleeping."

"you sound like you were. do you still want the cage?"

"yeah."

"i got an interview, can i call you afterwards, and then come over and drop it off?"

"yeah."

"ok, i'll call you afterwards, i'm not sure when that's gonna be."

"ok."

"just letting you know what's going on. i'll talk to you later."

"ok."

"bye."

"bye."

was that the greatest first verbal conversation in ten years or what?

so i got up, got dressed, took care of animals, cleaned the house a bit... and then waited. it was a difficult wait. i was so nervous that i felt sick. i was hungry, but was unsuccessful when i tried to eat. finally, around 3:30, she called. she asked for my address, and said she would be over in a little bit. so then i waited some more. it was torturous. i had no idea what was going to happen. i had no idea what to expect. i had no idea what to think. i was so nervous. it went on until 4:30, when i heard the knock on the door.

i opened it, holding bubble in my arms.

"how are you? oh what a cute dog."

i hate it when people immediately follow "how are you" with some other statement or question, leaving me to wonder if i'm still supposed to answer it. i wasn't given much chance, though.

"what's its name?" she asked while petting her.

"bubble."

"boy or girl?"

"girl."

"wanna get the cage?" she asked as she turned and walked toward her car.

i set bubble down and followed her out. we carried in pieces of a huge cage.

"i know i said we'd go out for ice cream," she said, "but i have a hair appointment at five. it's fried."

i actually don't even know what it means for hair to be "fried."

she said she would call me next week and we'd do it then. she then left, shutting the door behind herself. i was left standing there, thinking...well, ok. it was all very quick and she was very... formal. there was no, "hey, how's life been for the past ten years?" it was like nothing significant just happened.

oh well, at least the nervousness ended.

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