dear diary,

i'm in chicago at anna and tim's house. it's kind of messy and that makes it feel more homey. last night we played rummy and drank cheap belgian beer and smoked too too too many cigarettes, and also our heads imploded because of large aluminum pot plastic milk jug with no bottom lots of water and other things. yikes !

tim and his bf are in bed right behind me and they're wrestling. i wonder if i should leave the room so's they can do it.

tim says "nah"

what're we gonna do now huh guys huh ?

i think we shall stage a musical.