2am

It's 2am and I wish I were sitting at the bar after a long day. I wish the good song that just came on Itunes had come on the radio. I wish I had a strong gin and tonic in front of me. I wish I was just winding down, arms sticking to the shitty bar finish. Television on in the background, trivia machine taking my money, couple friends drinking with me. I wish there was some fucking second hand smoke around. Damn, I could really go for some second hand smoke right now. But then again, if all this were the case I wouldn't be in Chicago, I wouldn't love waking up every morning (even if it is 7am), and I wouldn't have met the group of people that I have. And to be fair, we're going to be at the bars for like 4 straight weeks as soon as the god forsaken finals are done. Plus you can still smoke in Chicago-so the second hand buzz will be readily available. No regrets here.