Hammer-philia

so then, he left my apartment. once he got the texts and i called him, he was acting all chill, as if there was nothing wrong and everything was "just fine." "I sent you a very loving text message just now," he said. "And I changed my appointment to 3pm without a problem."

Meanwhile, I was still screwed for time! (Typical) WOuld I get any sort of apology--like "have a good trip" or "I wish I had kissed you goodbye"?!? NO SUCH LUCK.

Instead I plowed ahead and went straight to school and mentally preped for my confrontation with ProfSex. weeeeeeeell......... Then I brought my heavy suitcase, went to school and felt eminently relieved once I talked to her. She's cool.

After the meeting, rushed to class, then left class early to make it to Penn Station to catch my train to the airport. Wowwee! I made in the knick of time, not a minute to spare. Was on the train feeling sooo "East Coast." Read my New Yorker as I waited for them to announce the Newark stop. Well, they announced, I made my way to the front of the car, and by the time I got there the doors were closed. My flight an hour away, I was heading toward Middle-Jersey! Oh my goodness.

to be continued