My sister died in a dream I had during the morning of the previous Saturday. I woke up crying and feeling isolated-- on top of complete inability to handle the death of anyone even vaguely close to me, my plan for Denver became irrelevant.
After leaving the Redline Tap last night, Erica, Emma, Matsuo and I went on a little joy ride, and ended up at Nick's in Wicker Park. They're really fun, despite my slight confusion over why Emma thinks Erica and I should be, uh, "matched up".
But I know that road. I know where it goes.
I accept what I see and wait to wake up.
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