CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

My parents have a dedicated mini ice maker machine just for their bar area. I miss it so much!!!

I have a bruise on my forearm the size of a half-dollar, it's been there since Sunday morning. What happened? I never got totally wasted.

The apartment is pretty fucking clean. I did more spackling. AND I caulked my leaky shoe. Would that I could maintain cleanliness; alas I am a man of extremes and this is a long-running trait.

By the way--flip-flops and shorts are way way better for cleaning than a bathrobe.

Kitty is fabulous. Kitty sleeps in a Far Niente box.

The only strange point I guess was when I started making bald jokes and Kevin started kicking me under the table. Yeah, it's tacky. But come on. He once basically called me the worst human being in the world. A bald joke or two ain't gonna kill him.

We took a cab home together. We're all good. Until next year.

John Williams: bald.

Kenan Hebert: not earning near as much per year as John Williams.

I didn't expect to make it beyond Best Buy and then dinner, but Courtney and I ate at Dunl@y's on Clark (yuuummmmy grilled veggies the Killer Wild Rice) and returned to BB where beer greased the wheels of her credit card and we got her a wireless router and an external hard drive and then we went to Mikey's on Broadway (see Wine Markups thread for interesting photo of their BYOMeat advertisement).

Anyway, I'm sorry that I didn't make it tonight.

Why would JW make himself seem like such a douche online if he actually is not worthless in person?

See: certain other people you know.

A: Baldness?

that is an xpost.

Actually, no. I work the double tomorrow. And Friday. I'm off Saturday. Let's try to arrange some FUNZONE (usage?) for Saturday when I'm off.

WTF: I just found out tonight that Courtney is in NC 2 weekends in a row.

I was on the bus tonight next to 2 aging gay men whose conversation about the good old gay days in Chicago was enough to make me pause my iPod. "Awww...Man's Country...I remember when Charlie opened that place up--I was the 2nd man in line--well, actually probably 10th, but still. We should go to Man's Country and take the steam again."

I will try to get to TT tomorrow (Old Timer's??), when will you guys be there? Send me txts.

xpost HI JESSE

Waaah, chriiist eh?

I was telling some Kalamazooers that story tonight and they didn't believe me!

Good morning, Chicago. I love this city.

I ended up at Simon's last night, where the glögg was not as good as I remembered it (or perhaps just not as good, or strong, as the glögg we get at work), but I was able to relax a bit. This morning I'm feeling jittery again, though. Fuck.

;)

Classy!

May be able to make it to TTs Tnight.

Old guy: Gerald Ford! Gerald Ford! He was a giant! Giant!

Barista (to other barista): I thought he was talking about the guy from Princess Bride, you know, Andre.

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Why did people put hay and fingers on gravestones in the olden days? I used to walk past that graveyard on the way to elementary school and I finally made it back there to take some pictures when we were visiting for Christmas.

That's sweet. I remembered Nick mentioning something about an article in the Reader so I was checking for it last weekend when I was in town.

I don't know what word I was trying to obfuscate here.