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I love this city. I hate the weather but Chicago always makes it up to me somehow.

Mon: Ping-pong with girl303. I got whooped.
Tue/Wed: Work/Bullshit
Thur: Work/Bondage Night at Exit. An old fat man ate lit cigarettes and waited on his knees for various leather clad women to spit in his mouth.

Good times...

This weekend: Who knows? Drug running. prostitution, bachannalian excess, a brief but torrid affair with Natalie Portman ending in heartbreak...anything could happen!

Or I could end up studying French all weekend like a loser.

Only time will tell...