8.26.00 - 02:10:59
Shame on me! I've neglected you frightfully, my Internet Chat Pal, and I'm so very sorry. Can you ever forgive me? I could bedazzle you with my exploits and shenanigans, or I could woo you with tales of woe and a litany of reasons that kept me from you, but they'd be mistruths. Well, semi mistruths--I've been busy, but not that busy.
Shay came and went so quickly, I can hardly believe she was here. We stayed in a fancy pants hotel on Wacker (thanks to Priceline) and had a grand time. Shortly after she arrived, and while we walked about town a bit, she looked at me wide eyed as we prepared to cross a pedestrian heavy street and said, "How does everyone know to go at the same time?"
Quintessential Shay. How I miss her already.
She worried about coming to the big city by herself, but after an evening of getting used to traffic lights and walk signals, she owns this town. OWNS IT! By the time she left, she had discarded her shot of rum and Diet Coke for beer, barbecue, and I taught her to play 12 barre blues like a pro on my old Gibson. The Puppy Mill Song will never be the same.
What else.
I am went to the air spectacle by elevated train of Chicago and see the Blue Angels. They have short take off. They go fly high and very close. They is bravest in the world.
Well, that's how it would have sounded had I said it in Italian. I'm getting better, but I still risk open mocking in the streets of Naples.
While I wrote the above entry on the 20th, I never completed it. You see, I'm trying to quit smoking. I haven't actually done it yet, but in preparation for the big day I'm trying to cut back. As a result, I'm avoiding activities where I'm most likely to smoke.
By the time I finished typing the ples of Naples, I was frantic. I literally could not write one more word unless I lit up. And that's pretty much what's happening right now.
I'm writing, and I'm not smoking. I'm very aware of it and it's frustrating as all hell.
So listen, I just got up, smoked outside, came back in and I've completely lost whatever it was I was going to tell you and upon re-reading this, I'm filled with shame. Quite simply, it sucks.
This is nuts.
Many important events are passing by undocumented, like how I accidentally suction cupped my face yesterday, but I just can't sit here one more minute. (It's got to be the Zyban, I feel very speedy.)
I'll try this again tomorrow.
Honest.
