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I don’t know where the days are going. Each night, I don’t watch television or anything, just work on writing and whatnot and then all of the sudden, it’s 10:30 pm and way past my bedtime. Last night, I was up until midnight and had to practice self-hypnosis techniques in order to stop my brain from racing and get to sleep. Maybe my body is pissed off at the darkness and is rebelling against the circadian rhythms. I have no internal cues at this time of year. It’s gloomy and dark when I leave for work, pitch black for an hour before I leave at night. I haven’t needed sunglasses in weeks. Maybe not since I was in California.
I have to leave for Chicago this morning for a business thingy. Not Shermer, actual Chicago. I’m sort of stoked. And in a weird synergy, I’m going to be staying in the exact same hotel where we stayed on the exact same day last year. Which is going to be just strange and weird and maybe a little lonely, since my Foofy and Pie won’t be there and Een won’t entertain me by eating all the Chicago style pizza in the world and then a few more slices and also if I get lost, I won’t serendipitously find myself in Auroraillinois with my best friend acknowledging the fact that things happen for a reason and that reason is designer clothing at outlet prices. But I’m still looking forward to it, just the same, because I’m sort of an idiot about business travel in that I sort of love it and also I love Chicago. I’ll admit that now. I wasn’t ready to do that before, but I have enough room in my heart to love more than one city. And San Francisco still knows that I love it more.
Plus, I have a really great outfit to wear tomorrow, with really great pointy shoes and my MAC lipstick perfectly matches my nail polish, which is all shades of awesome. And tonight, I’m going to have all the world to pick for dinner and maybe I’ll dine on goat cheese covered in lavender-infused maple syrup at Ralph Lauren or maybe I’ll go to Red Fish Grill or maybe I’ll just hang out in my hotel room and stare out over the twinkle lights in Grant Park at a cold and lonely Lake Michigan and pretend that I’m important. Or maybe I’ll just go visit the sharks. Maybe that.
It’s supposed to snow today. The last snow of last winter happened while I was driving around Michigan Avenue. It’s silly, this constant looking for symmetry, and yet I am always watching for traces of patterns.
