Friday, August 17, 2007

Last ones

Do you ever get the feeling someone is trying to tell you something? Like maybe you shouldn't be somewhere? Like a certain windy city? 300 homeless men have asked me for money, it reminds me a bit of Atlanta. Then I lost my credit card. I had about 6 heart attacks then. I had left it at the front desk. I don't want to spend this whole thing blogging so I promise not to write again until tomorrow night. I'm feeling a little out of place here. But I did find brown sugar and cinnamon flavour pop tarts.

My room is huge.

I wonder if I can find the fountain from Married with Children? Oh it's right there.

Cool face sculpture in Millennium Park.

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