Today was most definitely a Monday. Yesterday was sunny and nice but it wasn't enough to dispel the malaise this extended winter has helped burrow deep into our bones. Even now I look out the window and look at gray skies. My gas bill is through the roof because by now it would've usually been mostly turned off. Hell, it would have been mostly turned off two or so months ago.
The worst thing is that when a beautiful day does arrive, this city views it with distrust. We look at the sun and say, "We know you're just fucking with us and getting our hopes up, only to disappear again tomorrow." We can't enjoy even the brief respite because we know we'll just pay an even heavier price for allowing hope back into our hearts.
Chicago, I love you, but you're beating me down.
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