a piece of bread.

Yeah.
We left the puppet house early, Tayler stood behind to finish up some final shootings of the show.
Took the L(CTA nickname) blue line with Blue back to the Loop.
Yeah.
Helped her to carry the bass guitar.
Walking in the Wicker Park neighborhood.

The train cabin was abnormally noisy today.
Got off the train on Jackson street.
Walked her home.
Went up stairs to "the Womb" for a bit.
Tried a piece of Theresa's homemade bread that took her 7hours to make.
Talked about the photo shoot I'm planning on doing.
Exchanged a few ideas.
I kept on eating the bread, and yes it was yummy even without the butter.(Which I failed to locate)

It was late and I had to go.
So there I went.
But before heading to the Buckingham, a 7-Eleven was necessary.
A big Gulp filled with Dr. Pepper. Along with the piece of bread in my hand that I'm still enjoying.
$1.79 the total it was.

On the way back.
Accidentally dropped my bread on the sidewalk.
Oh well, five sec rule. I don;t even care. Just blow the dust off.
Dropped the piece of bread once again in front of the Buckingham, like I said, I didn't care at all.
So just like that, I picked it up and kept on enjoying it as I was waiting for the elevator.

Got back to my lovely unit on the 20th floor.
First thing comes first: gotta go dump.
Sure it was good getting rid of all that crap afterwards.
(I made sure I didn't bring that piece of homemade bread with me into the bathroom, and I remembered to wash my hands afterwards too)
Then I got back to the business of enjoying that piece of bread along with Dr. Pepper.
What a great piece of bread.