Eating dried fruit, drinking tainted coffee, and listening to Bon Iver. As well as writing short fictions on Xmas day, the Loop is quiet than usual and I'm taking the advantage... but I'm still hearing a not so good sax player on State Street. I want to find him and punch him in the face. All is well in Chicago. The apricots I'm consuming reminds me of a few special days shared with a special someone. I hope all is well with her. I feel that she is. It seems as though she's teaching nonstop. Aw, what a role model and good friend. I miss you, dearest.