
Chicago, Day 2.
Hungover as fuck. Some friends convinced me to go out to bear night last night. Although not really my thing, I wanted to see a lot of awesome people I’ve met through 411, Facebook, etc. It was fun.
I saw a very small Asian man walking around in nothing but a clear plastic parka. I missed city life.
Today I’m flying solo on the transit system to get to Michigan Ave for a job interview. Please, God, don’t let me die or get lost. *fingers crossed*






