So chicago was pure mindless fun. It seemed so over the top insane to just take a long drive to hang out on one block, take in a few deep breaths and head back home. I caught some nasty stomach shit, so my ambition to spend the entire day up there went straight to hell, but I still think the overall trip was a huge success. For the amount of foot traffic, the starbucks bathroom was mighty clean, sort of. When I got home I was in such stomach, nauseous pain I came very close to going to the hospital. Then I fell asleep and ten hours woke up a lot better. I still feel like crap, which I think I have some flu shit stalking me the way things are looking so far. Fuck the flu.
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