The ONLY reason that I am on a computer in the heart of Lincoln Park on a Friday night is because I have freelance work to finish and my DSL at home is STILL not working.

SBC can bite me.

The only thing that is soothing the beast within is that I am no longer the ages of the girls standing outside right now at the corner, squawking and squealing and "Ohmigod"-ing themselves into a kinetic frenzy because some "bitch" is "soooo" competitive.

I bet at least one of them is wearing a trucker hat. Maybe a peasant skirt if I am lucky.

Oh God. One of them just mentioned a bong. It's time to go home.

More later.

Posted by Erin at 10:04 PM | filed under: Chicago