Lisa and I watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s.  It was cathartic.

I hung out at Sunset Junction, sipped a cafe mocha and read a disturbing Joyce Carol Oates novel, Man Crazy, feeling that my life is not so bad.

Nobody walks in LA, they always drive to get places.  But since I don’t drive, I walked a mile here, a mile there.  I realized that people do actually walk and run in LA, but just for exercise.  So just to do as the romans do, I started doing arm exercises while walking to go places, two-in-one!  So smart.