No really, just one more day, I beg you my frail, fickle organs. I'm so loaded up with viruses and germs that I'm actually consuming water of my free will, but I need just a couple more days of sentient thought here in wicked Chicago until I have the time for my imminent and gruesome death. I'm like a Stay In School commercial here, wandering the bricked streets hacking up ornamental appendages out of my lungs while alcohol sweats from my pores. Mmmmm..
Anyways, had a super wonderful night here last evening with my dear friend Mark, mainly because it feels so comfortable to be here. I could move in tomorrow to this apartment (partly in a drive to reduce the "I'm going to make your skin into a lamp" vibe that Mark appears to be going with in his interior (lack of) decoration.
I'll take some photos today of what is going on in this sepulchre of American Culture, but mainly I'm just writing now to alleviate some of the intensity of the posts here as of late, and decidedly not bitch about going to London, as I need all the street cred I can can muster for the coming weeks when I start gushing endlessly about how cool that city will be, and everyone is all: "Oh really? I thought were actually a whining douche."
-Nick.
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