It's 2:10 a.m. I think I'm becoming more and more noctournal.

I met Ben Resnick (a lot of you may have met him with Anna this summer... short Jewish boy from Chicago... anyway he's in town for thanksgiving) at the Art Institute this afternoon, we wandered around there and then went to Manni's Deli where I chose not to purchase a $10 sandwich (!!!) but stuck with a cream soda, Ben did have a roast beef sandwich which came with a potato pancake, I mean this place was truly classic, a Chicago Institution for sure, then we went to his grandmother's birthday party (I have NO IDEA why he invited me to this) which was kind of fun and in this posh posh "assisted living" facility right on the lake that's essentially a hotel full of old people. The party was on the 37th floor.

I am no longer going to Turkey (damn suicide bombers... actually, damn george bush. I hate that man). Urgh.

The train from Chicago to Whitefish is only $100 but it takes a ridiculous 32 hours. Whoah I mean WHOAH.