Today was the appointed day to return to central IL to get Charlie’s stuff out of his (totaled) car.  We dragged ourselves out of bed around 10 and I discovered that Charlie had gone to Qdoba in the early AM to get us breakfast burritos.  There was a little too much queso involved but on the whole they’re really tasty, and apparently cheaper than the regular burritos.  Drove up there, went to the tow yard and bludgeoned our way into the car.  It wasn’t in that bad of shape, 3 doors opened without trouble but we had to give the trunk a series of vigorous kicks to get it open.  I managed to unscrew the rear license plate but the front one was attached with bolts instead of screws, so we had to throw the front bumper in my car on top of piles of sports equipment and camping goods.  Had lunch at Panera and drove back to St. Louis.  Charlie ditched me to go out with his friends; I was kind of bitter having done him a sizeable favor.  I went to the old navy and then hung out at B&N the rest of the evening.  I talked to Charlie at 1:30 am, he was drunk and stuck downtown at a dance club and wanted to depart, so I picked him up and took him to steaknshake.  It had started snowing with some vigor by this point and it was rather enjoyable to drive through the deserted city with all the snow falling.  Brought Charlie back to my place, got lucky, and went to sleep at something like 4am.  God, my sleeping schedule is so mis-aligned.