The weather today is gorgeous, which is saying a lot considering L.A's air is so wrought with pollution that it fills ─ nay,
dulls the senses any other day. And yet here I am, at a desk, returning from a lunch break. A
lunch break! Should I be grateful to have an hour of unchained liberty; to eat and be merry? Because an hour to do as I wish ─ within reason, mind you ─ carved out of an eight hour work day does not feel like freedom. It feels like restraint.
Somebody meet me at the beach, pronto. Today is a beach day.