Keyless and aimless, I took the train to Wicker Park after work last night. I was hoping to eat at Earwax, but all the tables were full. So I went across the street to Square One. While I was nibbling my falafel, Leroy walked past the window. I waved at him and he gave a little nod as he continued. "He must think I am stalking him, even though I am not," I thought. Why is it that until a month ago, I'd never seen him around, and now we can't go 24 hours without running into each other?
Henry called with the good news that my keys were in his car. Yay! Picked them up last night and basked in the sleepiness of my own bed. I as so worn out from the previous night's adventures that last night, sleep came before ten. It was blissful to say the least.
Henry called with the good news that my keys were in his car. Yay! Picked them up last night and basked in the sleepiness of my own bed. I as so worn out from the previous night's adventures that last night, sleep came before ten. It was blissful to say the least.
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