Chicago at Christmas Time.

With all this snow, I don't know what to do with myself. My boots are leaking, making three pairs of socks soaked by the time I step into the nightmare I call "clothing retail in downtown Chicago mass produced by women who are shop-a-holics and shouldn't be spending that kind of money with economy, where in the hell do you get the money anyways" work. Although, that was the best run-on sentence I have wrote this year. I need something to keep me warm! The zipper on my coat splits every time I step onto the bus. A quick fix is needed, although I have no solutions. I called my mother, she was no help. I don't have the money or the time to fix it. My sewing machine is no where to be found. I have to wear a dress to work today that is missing the bottom hem. I forgot to fix it before I moved, oops. I am lost in a misty sea of finding a record that I am almost positive does not exist. It would make the perfect Christmas gift. People driving in this weather makes my stomach turn along with the smell of cinnamon. I can not fathom why I still do the things I do on a daily basis. I wish I could take more days off then I can afford to see more people back in the OH. This is all becoming too familiar to me, why is there not an exchange here yet? I need something more than what I bargained for.