Can’t type ’cause it hurts.

Fairly good drugs, though. I like sleeping on my desk.

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The fountain at Millennium Park is up and running and I have a perfect view of the south tower from my office window. The falling water could be a calming, contemplative sight - but for loud, gawking crowds. Such as the six nearly identical shirtless boys I just saw running around under the spray. Six. Shirtless. Boys - All with dark, wet hair, and wearing nothing but sopping blue shorts. I thought perhaps it was just one boy, and that the drugs sort of made him look like six boys. But no, there’s six. Oh, and don’t forget the teeny girl running around in her birthday suit and diaper.

Time for another pill.

*Yes, it’s tendonitis, not carpal tunnel syndrome. But a cute name nonetheless.

Oh my, how the time slips away.

I’ve been on two vacations, witnessed one space flight, seen three films in the theater, read more than ten books, thrown one tantrum at work, spent three days in bed, lost one good work chum to another job, been terribly drunk twice, nearly quit my job once, been on one dinner cruise, seen the Lake from a husband-piloted plane twice, took on leadership of the BFB Book Club, bought two sexy dresses and a new swimsuit, and addressed approximately 1600 envelopes - all since I last wrote.
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