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Winnie the Pooh and the Blankety Blank - Diary of a Necromancer
Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense, you're just not keeping up
Winnie the Pooh and the Blankety Blank
And the result in this evening's bracket fight is Sleep Cycle 1, Sam 0, so far as the notion of getting all the way down to Valois alive goes; my regrets, but I can tell that my chances of dozing off and waking up at 95th/Dan Ryan or else somewhere in Indiana, depending on the precise timing, are sufficiently above zero this afternoon that I'm going to let that blustery-looking day outside decide matters for me and try to go back to bed. (I say "try" because I've been napping fitfully for the last few hours and it only seems to have made the raccoon-eyes-feeling worse...) Will do my best to wrench my schedule around by the weekend, although it's going to take some slapping...

feeling: groggy AND grumpy

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mollpeartree From: mollpeartree Date: March 22nd, 2005 09:54 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Just FYI, you don't want to take the red line to get down to Hyde Park, at least not in the evenings, or by yourself. The stop is in a dangerous neighborhood, and you have to wait around for a bus to take you east. Most people come down by going downtown and then taking the Metra train down, or the #6 bus.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: March 22nd, 2005 11:08 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Yeah, the Metra had been my plan, it's just that I could very easily see myself missing the transfer off the Red in the state I'm in at the moment... ( <-- is north-side chicken who's just as happy to not-follow the Cubs, considering)
atlanticat From: atlanticat Date: March 22nd, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
After coming home and listening to the wind whipping up against my windows, I'm considering a similar fate. It's also effing cold out. Spring started when?? Could've fooled me....
robling_t From: robling_t Date: March 22nd, 2005 11:10 pm (UTC) (permalink this entry)
Spring started Saturday night, according to Weasel, who left most of her winter coat on my sweater in one big hairy gob that evening. Weasel may be dumb, but she can read calendars... :)
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