Southbound, Michigan Avenue.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
*ZZZzzz*
Have a cold. Took some Benadryl last night, which is like knockout sauce.
I've been a bit of a scofflaw of late, with my writing. The Olympics always throws me a curveball on that score. I love watching the Olympics! What can I say?
When you walk on the sidewalk alone, do you walk to one side? The center? I find that I walk down the center of the sidewalk unless there's somebody coming from the other direction.
I was on the torture bus last night -- the driver had, for a time, toggled the robot voice, and it kept repeating the route. Over and over and over again: "151. Sheridan. To Devon. And. Foster." In that halting robot voice. Repeatedly. That kind of stuff drives me bananas.
I've been a bit of a scofflaw of late, with my writing. The Olympics always throws me a curveball on that score. I love watching the Olympics! What can I say?
When you walk on the sidewalk alone, do you walk to one side? The center? I find that I walk down the center of the sidewalk unless there's somebody coming from the other direction.
I was on the torture bus last night -- the driver had, for a time, toggled the robot voice, and it kept repeating the route. Over and over and over again: "151. Sheridan. To Devon. And. Foster." In that halting robot voice. Repeatedly. That kind of stuff drives me bananas.
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