10.27.07 :: 2:57 pm

my mother calls and offers the following:

"I heard on the news that it's not good to breathe the air in Los Angeles."

OK... I guess I'll stop?

Sold some CD's at Amoeba, ate the most revolting food at Denny's and hung up some artwork in our apartment.

We drove for half an hour around Hollywood looking for a decent breakfast place to no avail.
I fucking miss real food.

The second I get back to New York, I'm never mistreating my digestive system like this ever again.

We are going back, we decided. In approximately 10 months.
Which makes it the shortest relocation in the history.

C'est la motherfucking vie.

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