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January 8, 2001
(This post is from my old, old, super old site. My views have changed over the years, hopefully my writing has improved, and there is now more than a handful of folks reading my site. Enjoy.)

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.