magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I've been at this for seven years now. But, rather than some sort of 'looking back from a milestone' entry, I'll just say that I got drunk after work, stopped back in the office to check my email, make some phone calls, and see if I could find anything else to do with my Friday night instead of going home to pass out, and when I got off the train in Inwood after not finding anything else, I had this message on my voicemail:

Hey Bean, it's Emily. I love your, um, your voice answering machine message, it's so good. Yeah, I probably lost my cell phone too, actually no, I just got back from the vet. Um, where I have been spending a copious amount of time with cats. Turns out I'm allergic to cats. Um, and uh, yeah anyway. My cat, my roommate's cat, which is giving me quite an allergy attack, is fine. She's fine. She had something wrong with her paw, and it was all pus-y, but she's okay. And I don't know if you have ever had to give a cat antibiotics, but it's no easy feat. Anyway, I just got back. Actually I got back like thirty minutes ago and I'm just trying to get my life back in order. So now it's late, like nine o'clock. I'm in Brooklyn. I'm wondering what your weekend looks like because I totally blew today by having to take care of my roommate's cat. So, give me a call back. If I don't answer it's because I've lost my cell phone probably. Um, but uh, maybe Sunday I'm thinking I'd like to have a cup of coffee with you, if you're around. And I'm totally sure that I don't have to be stuck in the veterinarian's hospital. So yeah, so give me a call. I'm sorry that I might have rui..uh, yeah, okay, so just give me a call.