Yesterday was my 300th post. Today I'm waiting for the metra to take me to Wheaton w/a pie on my lap. For all their convenience I still hate the train. Too bad I couldn't find any rye to pick up on my way to the station.
Ah the holidays.
And here's five seconds of the start of the train ride, b/c any longer makes you want to blow your brains out.
Current beer-scale: 8.6