Chicago

So I'm settled/settling in to Chicago, and aside from it being the Air and Water Show, or whatever it is that sends fighter jets over my fucking head a few times a day (or dozens of times a day, were it still yesterday), things seem to be going relatively okay. Okay in that for the last few days, I have literally spoken to approximately half a dozen people, total (mostly in the process of business transactions), and spent the rest of my time to myself. Which, you might think, would lead to extraordinary thoughts that I could write down and wow the world.

Unfortunately, that is not the case. Apparently I don't work on the Rene Descartes principle, in which I can lock myself in a room and figure out the world. No, instead I have spent my days mainly waiting on hold so I could explain to comcast they have no idea what they're doing when it comes to internet, followed by resigning myself to the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to wireless internet. I bought a used router and it took, oh, three days to figure out the goddamn thing.

Being in a new city is supposed to be exciting stuff. However, being in a new city and being 1) broke and 2) antisocial makes the excitement slightly less so. I don't particularly feel like calling the friends of friends that live here, nor do I have the money to go meet up with them were that I wanted. This leads to a lot of sitting and not exercising my vocal chords for all but 10 to 30 minutes a day.

So, that's where we're at. Unimpressed? Yeah, me too.