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Okay. I am less cranky this morning. But, still achey and nauseous, so the El ride was fun. I've never been carsick before!

One day until the cast comes off. Less than 24 hours, now. TWENTY THREE HOURS SIXTEEN MINUTES AND COUNTING.

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I just read an article online about Cooking Light's top cities that espouse its philosophy. Chicago made it in for being Green.

I'm continually baffled as to how Chicago gained its reputation for being environmentally-friendly; it still doesn't have natural-gas buses, which many cities introduced over five years ago. But then I lived in California and Oregon for many years, so perhaps my idea of environmentally-friendly skews to the extreme a bit. Also Chicago talks a good talk.

SEVENTEEN HOURS TEN MINUTES.

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FIFTEEN HOURS AND THIRTY THREE MINUTES

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R: Fucked if I can find this album anywhere.
Sam: I took a degree in research. What's it called?
R: Blues Explosion. Sugar Blue and Stevie Ray Vaughn played on it. I can find it listed, just not for sale. It's probably pointless.
Sam: Here it is. Ebay, vinyl, ten bucks.
R: What?
Sam: Expires in three hours. Want it?
R: Really I just want to hear the Sugar Blue song.
Sam: Says here Another Man Done Gone?
R: Yeah.
Sam: Okay...search "another man done gone" on YouTube. Now it isn't Sugar Blue, but fourth result down you got harmonica and ukelele cover version.
R: You're like an internet ninja.
Sam: I prefer pirate, but I'll take what I can get.

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NINE HOURS TWENTY THREE MINUTES.

GOODNIGHT MOON. GOODNIGHT CAST. GOODNIGHT R'S PHONE HE LEFT HERE WHEN HE WENT OUT AND NOW IS BEEPING INCESSANTLY.

(It's like Christmas. The sooner I go to bed....)