I had a dream about Chicago last night, well more O'Hare and waiting for smrt's plane to land but not being able to find this secret terminal. I had to call in help. Smeth and ono came and helped me find the terminal and then we were all headed to Xoco for dinner. I woke up before we got to eat. 
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Frivolity, at the edge of a Moral Swamp, hears Hymn-Singing in the Distance and dons the Galoshes of Remorse. ~Edward Gorey
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