Last night, Shahirah called me at Dad’s house. She called around 9 p.m. I think. I had already fallen asleep on Dad’s couch by then. I just haven’t been feeling very well.
Zach answered the phone and woke me up by shoving the phone in my face.
Annoyed, I asked him, “Who is it?” I felt like, “Who dares disturb my slumber!?”
He said, “I don’t know.” I didn’t believe him because he’s always saying that he doesn’t know … even though he does.
Even though I thought it was a family member calling to bug me with something stupid, I didn’t have the energy to answer the phone like I normally would. Normally, I would say, “What!?”
Instead, in my groggy voice, I said, “Hello?”
The voice I heard sounded familiar, but different. I thought it was Natasha, but wanted to be sure, so I said it again.
That’s when Shahirah told me it was her. I think she realized I was kind of out of it and needed a little help.
-lol-
I was surprised, but not too much because I was just too tired. Now, thinking about it, I’m definitely surprised. How did she get Dad’s number?
Damn, she’s persistent!
I don’t really remember what she said, but I remember telling her, “Can I talk to you when I’m more awake?”
Plus, my throat has been so sore and swollen, so I didn’t feel like talking much anyway.
That’s all I remember. I went back to sleep and woke up like three hours ago, about 4:30 a.m. and came home to shower.
I guess the reason I’m writing about this incident is because I’m surprised. I can’t believe she went through the trouble to track me down and get Dad’s number. I’m starting to feel that I’m being unreasonable with her.
I guess I feel so bad because she seems to be trying so hard and I’m not giving an inch because I don’t want to have to feel what I did before. I finally feel fine about things … or at least numb.
-sigh-
What to do?
I guess for now, I’m going to get a few more hours sleep. I’m still tired.
