no trip to chicago this weekend. woohoo, or not, i'm not sure. this is, i believe, my fourth weekend here during non-baseball season since april. ridiculous. it was a quiet friday, which i always appreciate. quiet without 3 hours in the car is nice. it's already been a productive saturday. more christmas shopping---took books back to the library . a quiet one, and i've found myself without anything remotely witty to say. the timing of the streetlights on 53rd near the highway 61 [brady, northbound; 'welcome way [!] ' southbound] is atrocious, and the woman behind me was clearly frustrated. for my part, i was singing loudly and badly with the music, which happened to be guided by voices' self-inflicted aerial nostalgia. what a record---amazing that it went unappreciated for 7 or so years before seeing official release. to belt out 'LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, CONCLUSIVE, BASED ON FACT / LONG AGO IN THE MORNING, SHE LEFT, DID NOT COME BACK' with the windows down in near-freezing temperatures---well, you'd be amazed how theraputic/therapeutic [cathartic, we'll say] that could be. and tonight, drinking k-dubs beer. woof.