parkinglotland

a need for fabric found me running an errand today outside of the office. hundreds of dollars in petty cash in hand, i hailed a cab. it took me to an unfamiliar spot in chicago. something looked funny. oh yeah, there were parking lots. which meant when my transaction was over i'd be stranded, cabless, with only a silhouette of the hancock in the distance. it's as if i can still see them all working. tiny, miniscule bugs inside a building the size of my thumb.

36 dollars in cab fare achieved 5 dollars of tattered, taupe fabric to cover the gap in the wall where the pepsi machine once stood. such an important errand. i don't know what they would do without me.

and i still can't believe that parking lots turned this side of chicago into a different world. not unfamiliar, because it reminded me of home. i envied the cars coming in and out. leaving their parking spots at joann fabrics and home depot to travel home to real houses with their things.

within an hour i was back on michigan avenue, in my office on the 31st floor. on my agenda was to find a rolling chair, make a sign that says the coffee machine isn't working 100% (my boss's words), and order a picture frame from staples.

my suit jacket is stifling.

now i'm waiting for will while i do laundry and choose which book i'm going to read of the two new ones i bought from borders today: the end of faith, or a heartbreaking work of staggering genius. maybe a little bit of both.

we'll watch mallrats tonight and laugh and pretend we don't care for just a few hours before waking up and starting all over again.