It's Casimir Pulaski Day. It seems like the whole of Chicago had the day off. I debated driving this morning since the traffic report was 9 minutes from Hollywood down to Monroe on Lake Shore but I felt guilty and opted for the bus. The bus ride this morning was peaceful just like the sky. The worst part of today was my train ride home where I thought the guy behind me must have had horrible poo-breath...but then he got off the train...and the poo-breath continued with no one around. I don't even want to think about it too much.
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