i don't like coming home at a time when the neighbor lady downstairs thinks it's late enough to water her garden. the water sprays up on the stairs making it impossible for me to walk up to our door without getting wet. i also don't like that my refridgerated bread is getting moldy.

i'm planning on heading to campus early tomorrow to see one of my old teachers from last semester. she's wonderful, and i enjoyed her class a lot, but i'm nervous about our one on one. i think i'm not too good one on one--too much pressure to carry the conversation and be charming. does anyone know what i mean? i think this feeling is totally foreign to errol. he feels no responsibility in filling the silence. is he or am i part of the majority?