Nov 26, 2005 00:48
the only thing that saved my thanksgiving is fine red wine.
the city of chicago is very nice; i would like to return again soon.
but alas, i am restless. everyone in the apartment is asleep and it is not even midnight here. i am sleeping with a warm puppy curled against me on an air mattress in the living room. all the walls in the rooms are painted rich, warm colors. there is a bar about ten feet away from my bed, which i will most likely help myself to later. you can see part of the chicago skyline from upstairs. but while i'm here, all i can think about is how much i miss new jersey. the red wine helps me feel less like a stranger in such a big city.