7 hours

January 3, 2008 at 8:38 am 1 comment

I woke up with 7 hours sleep and I feel groggy. My eyes are puffy and blurred and my stomach hurts.I used to only require 7 hours everyday, and I’d wake up feeling like a million dollars. Maybe I need to change my diet.

Dave is coming down next week for an undetermined amount of time. This is exactly what I needed – we are going to paint the town technicolor, jump my Vespa over my Honda, and find every bar in L.A. that has the Cramps. Deal, Dave?

I’ve made a “sell pile,” a “keep pile” an “indecisive pile” and a “necessary pile.” Don’t worry, dear reader, you are in the keep pile.

It will rain on me today and tomorrow, and throughout the weekend.

On Sunday, I go see “The Savages” with Avi. Talking with Avi is like talking to the world’s most understanding mind reader. Have you seen “The Savages,” dear reader? If you have, tell me.

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Entry filed under: General Blabbing, Posterity.

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1 Comment

  • 1. Dave  |  January 3, 2008 at 8:15 pm

    Deal? Absomotherfuckinlutely, motherfucker. Just point the way to the cramps/drinks/scooter jumpin’. I’m all the way in.


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