Went out with Young Sarah tonight. Young Sarah is a former co-worker, about five years younger than I. She's brilliant. She taught me how to FTP about three years ago. She made diagrams on stickies until I got it. Tonight I listened to her bitch about her job, the job, any job, USA, www on your head, dot com. It never changes, they just pay you more money and you have different clients. We had drinks at the Beauty Bar, got cheeseburgers from the best deli in my neighborhood, and then came home so she could see our new furniture. After she left, I found this bit I had written when Sarah and I used to work together, from the old journal, dated 2/19/99.

Monologue from Sarah, outside in Worldwide Plaza, near the fountain, which is not working currently:

"So I was so drunk last night? And do you know how I know? I went to McDonald's to get some french fries and there was this big black guy with gold teeth standing behind me in line and he said we should exchange numbers."

I interrupt her monologue with, "You know you shouldn't talk to strangers."

She continues, "I wasn't talking to him. He was talking to me. He was a garbage man, and he said that we should exchange numbers because we would be cool together, and I just wanted my french fries and I wanted to go home, so I was lucky, because he was behind me in line and he still had to wait for his goods, so as soon as I got my fries I bolted, and ran all the way home, and when I got upstairs I tried to be quiet and go to sleep, and my roommate, this morning, she said, 'You were really drunk last night,' and I said, 'I was just trying to go to sleep,' and she said, 'Oh, I know you were trying', anyway, so I got home, went to sleep, and I woke up this morning around 6, and all I wanted to do was get all of this evil stuff out of me, and I couldn't, and then when I left to go to work, there were a couple of fries outside of my apartment door, and then I walked down the stairs, and there were a couple of more, and then a few more, and then all way to the front door, there was this trail of fries, which was funny because when I got home last night, I kept thinking, 'Aren't there more fries? I know I had more fries than this.' Anyway, that's how you know when you were drunk. When there are remnants the next morning."

I love Young Sarah. Her voice never changes, even when the dollar signs buffering it do.

I, on the other hand, change every day. When will it ever stop? Because I would really like to know.

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