2 am, leaving a bar alone because KW is in Monteal, it's raining, feeling like a cab is an extravagance, running through intersections then hugging buildings, Chiyoko on the iPod (so beautiful, so sad), almost missing the El station because my head is bowed to the rain. Home. Alone except for the cats who ruined my dinner and broke a bowl. Sleep. Tomorrow can only be better.

(Though, Mexican Wrestling Macbeth was great.)