Yay for Chicago.

Yay for the heat.
Yay for another pass by the roommate.
Yay for feeling objectified and utterly disgusted with myself.

Yay for opening up to someone about things I never have.
Yay for them running in the other direction.

Sorry I was trying to look out for myself before taking care of you.
Weren't you the one that said only I could get myself out of the situation?

See what I get for trying?



Out for a walk.
Back for work in the morning.
Not that it matters.