isn’t that a great title of a blog? or a novel maybe? perhaps an independent film? sundance?
It’s nearly 1 AM. I have to be up in a few hours for a flight to Philadelphia. I’m always so anxious when I have to fly so early (after a few missed flights in my lifetime), I never sleep really. And after a few days in LA sleeping many many extra hours, I don’t feel the need to be in bed early. Obviously.
I’m off to another adventure tomorrow. Man, Another! I have a car arriving at 6:30. A car. Well, a cab, but it sounds better to refer to it as a “hired car”.
Tonight friends were over. Another diner with me. I made pesto from scratch and without a processor. I spent an hour slowly and sharply chopping. chopping. basil garlic. add. basil. ass pine nuts. It was so very tasty. Not I sit with a cheap bottle of Melbec. 2005. My cat is somewhere. I finished a disc of Dexter and now will watch the season premiers of South Park and Sarah Silverman. Then maybe nap a bit until 6 rolls around and again, I depart Los Angeles for another land.
See you there.