I’M TIRED.

I think I’m detoxing from all the coffee I drank in Minneapolis and I feel like I wouldn’t mind skipping out on Chicago in favor of sleeping all day. So close to home, though. Trying to hold out.

My full day of Minneapolis started with map-drawing over fancy oatmeal.

I wandered through Loring Park to the sculpture garden. Trees were down there too, but it almost felt like they were part of the art installations. Intentional.

I have a fondness for old churches, so a stop at the Basilica was necessary.

I walked into downtown, a man passed by me and asked if I had a boyfriend, I said yes, he said have a good day. Very polite place.

I like the architecture here.

I was sent to seek out Sex World.

I stopped for sushi and walked next to the river for a while.

We wandered over the the falls, and I wondered how many people have just jumped in and died here. Seems easy enough.

Dinner at Hard Times, and I think 26 days of stuff hit me all at once and I’m so tired and it was humid and kill me. Dinner was good, though.

Meow.

I said goodbyes and packed up my stuff and drove toward Chicago. Lots of farms. Lots of hills. Lots of green.

I got in later than I expected, checked into my hostel and decided to get a drink somewhere and go to bed early. But then I ended up at a karaoke bar and people in Chicago sure are friendly. Easily talked to at least 5 people in a hour and I’m already turning back into my east-coast-anti-social self.

I’m on a top bunk and if I don’t fall off the ladder at some point, it will be a miracle.

Today: Wandering Chicago.

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Morale: I might actually be asleep right now.

Food Rations: Doughnut Vault?

Soundtrack: Etta James, The Essential Etta James