I just can’t seem to get the oomph going to do my work today. I’m tired of dieting. Comic Con’s most fun moments were hanging out with small groups of friends. It feels weird to be home from something that left me sort of raw and exhausted but still not really socially satisfied. Went to coffee with a neighbor the other night. Ran into him in the street and he offered to change his plans and go to the coffee place I was going instead of where he’d been headed (there is a lot of coffee near me.) It seems weird that I never think of calling people who live blocks from me who I really do totally like. Somehow the planning part is too difficult in Los Angeles because no one really has a schedule. Only last minute is sort of weird. Like, come have sushi with me right now, like, if you can’t make it in fifteen minutes, forget it. I guess today is oddly introspective day. Normally mildly annoying stuff today has been upgraded to moderately annoying. If only I could electrocute people through the interweb.
So anyway, here is Justine Joli rocking a Blue Blood shirt:
