Saturday, July 19, 2003

Attend the tale

It's a hot July afternoon in Chicago. Arno is visiting from NYC, and he headed to Hollywood Beach for some sun and boywatching two hours ago. I opted to stay in and take a nap. But now I'm awake and I'm faced with a bunch of options: 1) Get caught up on last week's Tribunes. 2) Vacuum. 3) Clean the kitchen. 4) Start my own blog. Option 4 sounded the most complicated—and the worst new project to tackle when we're supposed to leave for dinner in half an hour. So here we are.

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