IS THE SEASON OVER ALREADY?

My favorite new type of apple is Honey Crisp. I haven't seen this kind before; is it a newly modified hybrid or something? They're huge apples, have a slightly sour taste (not as sour as the American Pink Lady, but more sour than the great Australian Pink Lady), but they bruise very easily. You have to really go through a lot of them to find one good one. It's a time-consuming task, but it's worth it.

SOME WILL HAVE PUDDING

Metra fucking sucks. Halfway home tonight on the express train to LaGrange Road, the train inexplicably broke down. They kept promising that we'd be moving "in just five more minutes," but it took an hour before that was true. Then we moved at a snail's pace to Brookfield where we stopped again for fifteen minutes. Then finally LaGrange Road appeared and an hour and a half late, I disembarked. What a damn nightmare.

Then I went to Siam Kitchen for dinner. I liked it but I'm not convinced I wasn't the only one. But then again, Rama Chicken can have too much peanut sauce.

Ended the night with a screening of "Imaginary Heroes," my favorite movie from last year's Chicago Film Festival. I still thought it was good, but its leaps in time and story were pointed out. Some great black humor though. I still recommend it.