Last night I had a dream that I was playing checkers with Jen Dziura's (http://www.jenisfamous.com) cat. Except every time I took a piece it would pee on the floor, so I just started letting it win.

I am really loathe to admit this because there are friends out there who have something to say about what this dream says about me as a person, and I really don't think I want to know what that says about me. (I am a talented person without drive to succeed? I am diffident towards others? Cat pee is my kryptonite?)

This morning we hit a high point of Chicago: The Orange breakfast. Orange is "The hippest breakfast in Chicago." And it really is. It is so hip it could be a Japanese pop star. It is so hip I should not be allowed in the same room with it, but like all hip things it will tolerate my presence so long as I hand over a credit card. (Speaking of... last night I took a burlesque class with teasing phenom Michelle "Toots" L'amour.)

I have another shoot tomorrow. Perhaps I should not have prepped for said shoot with a bottle and a half of red wine and a biiiig pot of risotto. Urgh.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!