Weather in Chicago

Between the hours of 9am-3pm:

Clear skies, warm.
Overcast, very cold.
Thunderstorm, cold.
Hail storm, cold.
Clear skies, very hot.

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Chicago Taxi Ride

Friends of mine had an interesting cab ride home last night and I thought I'd share. The cabbie was very chatty and started talking about how he was getting 12 hours of sleep a night. When asked how he could sleep so much he replied, "Because my wife expired and sleeps on the couch."

At first, my friends thought he meant his dead wife was laying on the couch. Confused, they asked for clarification. Turns out this guy was from Pakistan and developed his own definition for the word "expired." To him, "expired" meant "menopause."

Before his wife went through menopause he wanted her for sex to have children. But after she expired he wanted to catch up on his sleep so relegated her to the couch at night.

Klassy.

Procrastination

Things I should be doing instead of writing this post:

- studying for midterm
- studying for final (onlie course)
- revising manuscript
- removing very dead ladybugs from my old lady lamp
- vaccuuming up circles of paper that leaked out of my hole punch
- cleaning carpet stain from oozing garbage (*shame*)
- cleaning garbage pail full of oozing garbage and space below to which garbage pail is stuck
- wash dirty dirty dishes
- recycling piles of paper and assorted plastic in hallway
- picking up all my clothes off floor in mini-office
- working on boring project due June 14
- getting shaggy hair cut
- working out
- living la vida loca
- reaching for the stars
- shaking that ass
- living the high life
- flying far, far far away from here

My Morning

This morning I walked in the rain to catch my bus. Since it was rush hour naturally there were no buses. Three eventually came but were so full I couldn't get on. I got soaked from the rain because umbrella was turned inside out repeatedly because of the wind. I finally got on the bus and arrived downtown only to slip on the wet marble floor in the atrium of my school. I fell. Hard. My stick limbs flailed about wildly trying in vain to save myself. I landed on my stomach ontop of my laptop, lunch, and iPod. A crowd gathered. I picked up my smooshed dignity and lunch off the floor and made it to the elevator to sit through five hours of useless class. How's your day going?