On my third night in the big city, I’m already enjoying the bustle of New York and its various burroughs and humans. Except that something just screamed outside and I think it might be a cat, but it could be an alien cat, or just an alien in general. Also, someone might be looking in my window right now. And not surprisingly, I have already compiled my biggest fears in the city, because anyone who knows me is well-acquainted with my paranoia.

My Biggest New York Fears (To Be Updated Regularly):
1. Falling through a sewer grate
2. Being pushed off a subway platform
3. Sex predators
4. Being anywhere outside at night (may be related to the sex predators)

In other news, today I stumbled upon a market of fleas in the middle of Chelsea and ran right into the UCB Theater! Right there! I thought about going inside to look around, but heard voices downstairs and realized I was about to barge into a rehearsal of some sort. Luckily I went undetected, but still— how emburrassing. And a few blocks later, I was walking over a sewer grate and my dress got blown up over my head, and all these junior high kids laughed at me. Something tells me when that happens to other blondes in white dresses, it turns into an iconic image from a classic film, not fodder for a bunch of snotty little teenagers.

Actually— I should just be grateful I didn’t fall in.