Shayna woke me up this morning and demanded that I drive her to work.
Nah, she asked very nicely. But lamenting the loss of the prophetic dream I was having, I swore at pedestrians the whole way there. Especially in Wrigleyville. Damn Cubs fans. I came dangerously close to hitting a few of them. Purposely.
We're harboring a vagabond. My friend's brother Paul is biking... bicycling across the country. He started in Oregon and has biked and hitch-hiked his way towards the East Coast. I'm jealous of his awesome adventure and his tan lines.
Shayna and I recently discovered that the hose from our AC unit doubles as a musical instrument. We're easily amused.
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