Me and the woman (Brooke) took a trip to the windy city (chicago) this weekend. We were there for a single purpose. Our quest was finally complete on Sunday morning when we arrived at the big blue shopping store known as Ikea. Three or four hours later and a bunch of tables and chairs and a bunch of other crap we were on our way back home. I really should do a write-up about the trip.
But I'm too lazy right now because I just ate.
Wow, my friend Dave is a deep thinker and a poet with an uncanny ability to put together verse. And I never knew it. And the hiku he thus wrote to me tonight:
caught the fucking flu.
using a ton of kleenex.
feel really shitty.