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I find myself longing for Friday. Not because I have anything fun to do, or anyone fun to see. I like to people watch. Everyone is out on a Friday night in Chicago. The nights are full of drunkards, lovers, and friends overflowing the streets with excitement and fun. And so, I live vicariously through them, pretending that I actually have something interesting to do, with interesting people to do it with. Alas, it is another false reality of mine, but it will suffice.
And now off to grocery shop............
And now off to grocery shop............