'fear itself'

this post finds me in brooklyn, in my friend sara and her fiance chris's* apartment. the apartment i would basically kill to have once i move. first floor of a row house, 2 bedrooms, good-sized kitchen, smallish bath but little fenced in backyard, all for under 2K. i waaaaaaaaaant it.

killing time right now and trying to avoid uncomfortable small talk with chris, whom i carely know. sara is off at rehersal, further honing her ludicrously impressive talent, and i don't want to be rude and ignore her fiance altogether, i don't want him to feel as though he is stuck babysitting me, either.

i feel completely at a loss right now in terms of my itinerary for the next few days, save heading to the brooklyn HR office to get fingerprinted tomorrow. the elusive janpeg of NYC schools was supposed to call me today having set up some school tours, but it's past 6 and i haven't heard from her yet. i suppose if worst comes to worst i can go check things out on my own, but there's a big difference between having an appointment to meet someone at a school and skulking about outside like a creepy pedophile.

* even as an english teacher, i have never managed the rules of apostrophes with names that end in S. i feel as though my teaching license should be immediately revoked.