Dinner two nights back was pita and hummus, along with a handful of red grapes. Munching on strawberries while typing. Tonight's menu featured sauteed mushrooms, lettuce, and hummus inside, you guessed it, pita. Out for drinks w my buddy matt, our servers were called Tiffany and "Coco."

I most certainly live in SoCal...

One week without cable/internet was all I could stand. Brief stints at the library did little to make up for my feeling of being completely out of circulation. Had international hostilities been declared, I'd have never known. Surprised to find it much more difficult living without the latter than former. Which must be some statement about life in our post-modern world, though I haven't got the slightest what-what.

Aside from having to move my car for street cleaning every two seconds for street cleaning, LA has been a revelation. Not until one leaves is it so starkly apparent how cold and aloof the Boston subculture truly is. Not that I believe people here are intrinsically any more friendly. Just more open and outgoing.