Back from Chicago. But Lower Than Ever.
Update: In a desperate attempt at getting out of bed and depression I hopped on a train to Chicago the second week in October. The 1 week trip turned out to be three and I had a fairly good time all-together. I ended up leaving after "she" called wondering when I was coming home. "ahhhhh, what do you care?" of course I didn't say that out loud, but after the call I couldn't stop repeating it to myself in my head. I got back on the train and arrived "home" last weekend. I may have new memories that don't involve her, but I still can't get my mind off the pain. I'm lower than I've ever been. Thank god for my camera though, I'll be able to look back on the trip anytime I want with the thousand-some pictures and movie clips I took.
Here's a small sample of my adventures in "The Windy City"