I took five 6am walks, ten evening walks, got depressed at the sight of a dead California Fox on the side of the road, said goodbye to a friend (co-worker leaving, not a funeral), never knew what to eat, managed to maintain composure and nose-wrinkling while sitting next to pungent, unhygienic bus co-passengers, groomed my dog, scared dog with a squeaky toy (totally didn’t know he was scared by squeaks and it put him off sleeping with us at night for two days), apologized, had some drinks, took the bus, called my Mom, painted a wall, made a list of projects to do, ran, wrote and illustrated. All completely irrelevant (because) – IT’S FRIDAY!
Have a great weekend!
NO SAINTS IN L.A. 