I’m back in Chicago. Funny how a place that means so much to you can hold enough sour memories that it transforms into something so ugly you hate to get on the plane. Maybe because I feel most free when I’m away. The less I have to think about life and actually function, the better life seems.

So at least it didn’t snow as much as anticipated. Just a dusting. But it is cold as a witch’s titty in Chicago!

I am so over living here!!!! I don’t think it’s just the cold weather. I feel stagnant here, like I am not experiencing life, I’m just existing. 16 more months and I am GHOST!!!