who’s in illinois?

i’m in illinois.

who’s getting johnny’s beef for lunch and giordano’s superbly excellent deep dish pizza for dinner?

that’d be me.

who’s going to some northwestern bar with his roommates to get wasted, to hopefully be followed by the coveted midwestern privilege of white castle burgers?

you’re damn right i am.

and it’s almost christmas to boot. if i wasn’t so sleepy from my freaking 12 hour travel day yesterday, i’d be on top of the world.

as it is, i’m just in the arctic circle, figuratively speaking. good enough, right?