2001-06-05 ± 11:51 a.m.
my mother thinks I have shingles

I'm back...

chicago was fun...yet I find myself unexcited to talk about it...strange, I know.
train ride, blues bar, skyscrapers, expensive dinners, shopping on michigan ave., sex, sierra nevada pale ale, shedd aquarium, chicago stuffed pizza and italian red wine, way too many baseball games on the telly...way too many late night pillowtalks which either began or ended with me in tears. I leave for Houston in nine days...and basically right now the only thing running through my head is my inner child, and he's wailing "I don't wanna go!!"
I tend to think that the #1 reason that I don't want to go is because I don't feel prepared. I have a list as long as the california coast of things to do, and all I want to do is call all my homies and go out and play. Michael just got back from London, Jen's back from Lithuania and I've yet to see (or even verbally communicate with) either of them. There are people that don't even know I'm moving. e gads.

I must start getting my shit together. but first I shall leave you with a short story...less of a story, more of an illustration of amtrak's grade A service and rapt attention to detail...
I was late getting into ann arbor last night because...my train hit a cow!
you heard it here first.

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