Sunday, December 23, 2001
|4:15 AM|
Nope! Attempts at sleep are not going to be successful due to the incredible amount of caffeine I have consumed this evening. Alright, so it looks like I'm going to be awake a little while. I could go into a little more detail about my trip so far. After that first rather bizarre day, I spent most of the day running errands with a friend of mine from high school, I used to date her. Wickie is a fun female to have around. (oh, saw Requiem for a dream, and I want to write about that, so dammit, looks like I'm slapping movie review section on here as well. Time to get out the spreaders and the chainsaw, Blogger has to give up another tiny chunk of bandwidth.). It was on the third damned day that I finally managed to get in touch with people, or that people returned my damned phone messages that I kept leaving. Dinner was eaten, Lord of the Rings was watched, a good and long time was had by all involved.
I had to sneak around the back of the house I was staying at, as their front door was completely impossible to operate. I'm sure it's some kind of security feature. A potential robber would starve to death before figuring out that the door is just a giant chunk of wood nailed to the front of the house with a doorknob rudely attached, as if the door had been attack by a homicidal locksmith. Or so it would seem. My footprints through the snow were still visible the next morning. It would appear from the way the weather is acting that those footprints will likely outlive my visit to Chicago.
Zusty and JP drove down to say hello. We dragged them from place to place, as we couldn't figure out something to do that we were all in favor of doing. My ultra-decisive asshole mode was ineffectual at accomplishing anything beyond the visiting of three separate eating establishments over the course of the night. Everyone involved was fairly tired, but I think it could have gone a lot worse as far as social circle meetings can go. JP and Zusty still occasionally pull themselves into their own world, with it's own private language and rules. I, on the other hand, have merely perfected my crab scuttle imitation. And I wonder why I'm alone.
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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