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Location: Home.
Listening: The Star Wars Fan Film Awards.

I've just finished working on my resume for three hours, and there's still work to be done before it's ready for distribution. I had no idea that I had accomplished so much in my incredibly eccentric career history. Granted, I've held about five different positions in five years and have done everything from managing the multi-million dollar personal bank accounts of professional baseball players to distributing hardware for cable programmers like Disney and ESPN--but it never really hit home that I had done anything significant. I've counselled forty year old orthodontists on getting admitted to graduate programs and assisted in writing John Rocker's statement to the press following his debacle of an interview in Sports Illustrated. I've worked bomb threats at the LA Museum of Natural History and security details for Ice Cube concerts. I've sat at a table and strategized with Vice Presidents from Warner Brothers. I've been banned from working at Starbuck's for life (a long story that will not be included in my resume). I never considered any of it to be out of the ordinary until now.

On another note, Peter and I spent last night Bear-sitting in L.A. (Austin is in England until Tuesday and his kitty needed company) and had breakfast at Eat Well, this neat little diner in Silverlake that has Kool-Aid on the menu. It's the little things.

In closing, today was our first brutally hot day of the year (temperatures in 1260 soared to 88 degrees and even Eliot was overcome with lethargy) and I want a Ton-Ton. Just one. A small one. Is that too much to ask, really?