Many Skanks, Many Minis

The arrival of springtime in Chicago is always pretty damn illusive. Actually, I don't really think we get a spring. There is no in-between with the seasons here. It's either cold or it's hot.
And personally, I'm ready for the hot.
You can tell the hot is nearing when the skanks start wearing fewer clothes. This weekend at work, my coworkers and I were commenting on the number of miniskirts that entered the restaurant. Many skanks, many minis.

Tonight I'm gonna go watch Julian bowl (the nerd is on a league.) I am never really able to go watch him since my social life is non-existant during the school year, but some classes are cancelled this week, so I get to go. He seems pretty excited about it. I always miss out on the "during the week" fun that my pals have because I'm doing schoolwork and I always have to hear about it on the weekend. Not tonight, folks. I'm rebelling and I am going out on a Monday, watch out world!

Anyway, I am waiting for Carmen's to open up because I have this relentless taste for a pepperoni/pineapple pizza that I will soothe momentarily. I like being alone sometimes because I seem to think more intensely, and I like that. These days, the things I think about are hard to stomach, so I usually think about them minimally; but sometimes, you have to think things through for them to make any sense at all.

My sister and her kids slept over last night and my sister told me that she has yet another tumor that will most likely be removed via chemotherapy in the summer. My friend Anna told me that her little nephew has relapsed in his struggle against cancer. My niece Haley will have to have open heart surgery this summer. Readers, please keep these three VERY special people and the people that love them in your prayers.
More later. Happy spring! (wherever it is.)