Last Chicago post.

At least, the last one for the immediate future. And it's going to be... bittersweet at best. I can't break out the comedy in full force, because I am haunted by the suspicion that someone is more angry at me that I believe them to be (which doesn't make too much sense when you get right down to it: I think they are madder than I think they are. On the other hand, for once I'm not wracked with guilt and convinced I did something horribly wrong. Hrm... I make my life uneccesarily complicated.)

Let's see, I'm all packed, and leaving in five hours. I really should try to get in some sleep soon. This is really just a courtesy post, in case I'm too busy moving in to get something down. It's reasonably articulate, and far superior than an 11:59 rush job, I'll hope. It's also long enough for me to publish, and not feel too guilty, becuse I'll at least try to say something substantive soon enough.