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its forty here with seventy percent humidity and i haven't seen the sun in an unexagerrated(is that even a word?) two weeks. i've never been in a more depressing place and i long for those purple mountains and alabaster cities all those songs lie about. if chicago was a popcicle it would be a dirty, freezer-burned, orange soda one, served of course with fried chickenfrom a mafia owned restaurant. on a lighter note i now found out that the only way to get root beer extract in chicago is by going through your local people. the stores have every other type of flavoring and extract but aparently fat tony decided that root beer extract was the key to shutting down the police force. kind of a random thing for the mafia to control if you ask me, but now i have an excuse not to make homemade rootbeer, other than the obvious reason of laziness. also i'm trying to think af a hobby that i can adopt that will occupy five hours of everyday from now until february. it's against the rules of our mission to go out past dark, and since it gets dark at four-thiry, five ish, that leaves a lot of down time. any suggestions?