Cold drafts sneak under my windows, eventually finding my body and traveling down my spine.  It is May yet winter persists on staying in Chicago.  I look out into the nothingness that is called midnight.  Stars covered by an eternal blanket of clouds are replaced by yellow and white streetlamps, which are promptly on at 6pm.  A thin trail of smoke now joins the chilly drafts, stealing the warmth and intruding on my sense of smell. People pass by my window, hunched into parkas, squeezing out as much heat.  Do they know I watch them, as they stroll with eyes downward, as if reading Braille scripts on concrete sidewalks? Passersby, like normal existence, are unaware of life’s little subtleties, like a bored watcher from a window.

04.10.02

It's two weeks into Spring Quarter.  Riding on the enjoyment of last year, I and many others waited for this quarter with breathless anticipation, turning blue in the face, shoulders, knees, and toes ... knees and toes.

Excitement has yet to come and my knees are starting to hurt.

Tomorrow is another radio show night.  Competing with primetime Thursday night T.V. is tough.  Especially when you're a college radio station without an FM license that operates in a hole underneath one of campus' oldest buildings . . . AND you're going against F.R.I.E.N.D.S. 

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