I know I'm supposed to be writing about adventures and crazy encounters with the fine people of Chicago. It's just that I can't even find the time to sleep anymore.
I actually think it's making me paranoid, and thus begins the vicious cycle that is the paradox of being paranoid about being paranoid.
And damn Craig Ferguson for having a show that airs at midnight. I've sort of fallen in love with him. Maybe I'll write him an e-mail telling him and then he'll make fun of me on the air.
Ah, what a dream.
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