It's never to late to build a time machine. I slept for fours hours last night on my inflatable mattress here at studio. 4 HOURS! Shit. As much as I need to get out of this building for a few hours to go to work tonight bartending, I'm scared to be gone. Anyone in
Chicago that wants to come down and have a drink or few and keep me company is welcome to no end. I work at "312 Chicago", an italian restaurant at Randolph and Lasalle. WE close at 10 so come around 8 and I'll buy a few drinks. (Wouldn't that be cool if someone reading this actually showed-up).
I havnt been home since Sunday. My Wife probably hopes I dont come home so she can keep letting the cat sleep on the bed next to her. At least it's snowing out. The quiet emptyness of walking in falling snow late at night or early morning is so soothing.
I walked over to Crown this morning to see what the 1st and 2nd year students were doing, surely they must be slaving away a week before their final reviews. Alas, not one of any of them was there. Well one, he was doing physics homework that was due yesterday. I did, however, spot this image which made me fall ont he floor laughing so hard I ran back to 3rd yr studio in the metals and machinery bldg to get my camra.
Here's one more image I snapped the other night on an excursion to the grocery store for supplies, as we speed down the street. It's the elevated track, but for some reason this pic just looked cool to me. Maybe the sense of motion from an at rest object.