london, huh?

You Belong in London

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What City Do You Belong In?

so much for nice weather...

so after the beautiful weather we had on sat, the lake looked rather menacing today. by the time i got downtown... snow. now it's all wet outside and so windy. i hope spring is stil around the corner.

deliver me from london

my cat is a demon. she wakes me up everyday. everyday starting at 4:30 in the morning. crying. relentless. i cant take it.

sushi + zoe + angie = happy

oh delicious. angie and i went to new tokyo last night and had the most delectable meal. i'm hard pressed to say what was the best.... the california roll with mango, the BBQ eel or the single, delicious, mouthwatering tosted scallop. what a great end to my week. i love that restaurant. a.) it is close to my house. b.) it is super cheap c.) it is fresh and fantastic. i dare another chicagoan to find me better sushi at that price.

beautiful

it is absolutely gorgeous in chicago today. breezy, 66 degrees, sunny. i couldn't have asked for a nicer day and it put me in such a good mood. i'm making homemade lasagne and all the windows are thrown open. my house smells so good, like fresh air, tomatoes and garlic. this is exactly what i needed to revive me.

oh, art school.

so i get to work today, and my co-worker has decorated above our desks with this. (i guess you would call it an installation?) as you can see, the lights are held up with a fork. and they say i'm the one losing my shit.

terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

today i was told in more ways than one that i need to use some of my paid time off. apparently it is more obvious than i thought that my fuse is about a cm long and that it doesn't take much to light it anymore. so now i have a four day weekend approaching and i am determined to make the best of it. i'm going to force clint out and give us some fresh air (if we can find any in chicago.) he has been trapped in front of his computer for weeks writing and we're both kind of a misery to be around -- good thing misery loves company. i'm so lucky to have someone who not only tolerates my bad moods, but really does little to imply that he's noticed that i'm tired and kind of a bitch.
on a positive note, i've finally completed my book and am ready to mail it out to a list of people who have patiently waited. i've been in the studio a lot lately, and it does feel good to work well into the night like that. especially when i'm alone. it's hard to find time to myself like that anymore.

freaks and geeks

so i went to central camera today to buy film, and i really loathe going to that place. especially when i get waited on by this guy that reminds me that having breasts can really be an unfortunate thing. today he told me that to receive my staff discount he wanted a blood sample and a lock of hair so that he could clone me and make thousands of copies. but that's almost too stupid to mention. the real treat was leaving work today. I saw this homeless man on the corner of state and jackson. he had caution tape as a belt and was directing traffic like a symphony. he was so earnest, i didn't really know how to respond to the whole thing. it almost made up for having to be downtown for work in the first place.

pity party for one, your table is ready...

i just wanted to stay in bed this morning. i actually stayed home from work yesterday because my left tonsil had swollen up to the size of a grapefruit. kind of unpleasant. i am postive, however, that it is getting harder and harder (maybe impossible) to get up and go to my job. i feel so overwhelmed with all the things i need to accomplish when i'm there, that i essentially just completely shut down. in addition, i get almost zero acknowledgement for anything i do and get paid minor duckets. i find myself leaving earlier when i used to work well into the night on my own work and just end up at home watching bad late night television. and i'm not sure what's more depressing than that. i'm re-working my way through all the classics on my bookshelf as well, and i am reminded of how much i do not like dickens. i think i'm torturing myself in more ways than one.