Escape

So I am sober enough to understand that I am writing this from my phone at 1:30 in the morning, but probably not sober enough to fix spelling errors or care that I'm saying this online for the world to read, so I guess take that as you will.

I have to get out of this windy city. This desire works out well with my vacation plan as I am leaving tomorrow at 10 am for quieter, greener, Wisconsin studded pastures, but still I find myself stuck in the post midnight, hate this city, dear gods I have to get out of here, mind frame.

And since I'm not sure what else I have to say, and writing on my phone makes me feel like i've written way more than actually shows up (and makes me use way more comma's than is ever necessary), I say goodnight world, goodbye Chicago, at least for now.
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