Day Four: A Stranger

A stranger for that night, at least.  This is Rocco Scarfazzi.  He's dreamy, but has a pretty horrible Italian accent.  And may or may not be a murderer.

 Day Five: 10AM

This one is pretty self explanatory.  10AM is a pretty boring hour for me.

Day Six: Dinner

Steak with drunken mushrooms and roasted blue cheese potatoes.  Hell to the yes. 

Day Seven: Button

Cutest button nose on the planet!  (I didn't come up with that one on my own.  In fact, I spent all day looking for a random button to photograph and thought about asking strangers, but it sounded creepy in my head.  Luckily someone came to the rescue with this idea, and probably saved me from the sex offender registry.  Thanks!)

Day Eight: Sun

This was a tough one since the sun isn't always cooperative during Chicago winter.  This is the view from my office window.  We call this area "The Killing Fields."  Really scenic, lovely stuff.