I made a blog because I have always wanted to partake in this self-indulgent practice. I expect two people to read it. Once each. And that will be the peak and subsequent downfall of my internet glory. Big words make me feel like my time is well-spent anyways.
It’s called Waiting for Chicago because that is among my autonomous bodily functions right now. Also nose-picking and worrying, but neither of those really has a ring to it.