Walked to the bar/liquor store across the street from the apartment after work to buy a six-pack of beer for tonight's ping-pong opponent/guest. Chicago sky still light out, blue and all pink at the edges, and everything looks so nice. Had my earbuds in and listened to Bon Iver singing all pretty and high as I crossed Dirty Western Ave. How do you sing so high, beardy guy? I like this album but man, if I was heartbroken Iíd love it so much more. Maybe next time I listen to it I'll pretend I am. Maybe I'll pretend to be heartbroken while playing ping-pong tonight and see what happens.

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