kick, breathe, kick
Nothing serious tonight, folks. Just a note to say that I’m still alive and recovering after a brief trip to Oregon. Do you really want to read about the ins and outs of painting my mom’s house? No, I didn’t think so. However, we did survive 36 man-hours of minor electrocution and the pain of disillusionment, thanks to all those home improvement shows that make it look so easy, to accomplish our task. As reward, we found some strange and tasty Thai food at the equally strange and tastily-named Pok Pok and I happened upon a copy of Kitchen Confidential for less than $10 — score! I love Portland, as I may have mentioned before. Why did I commit myself to two more years of Los Angeles?
Now I’ll go back to eating my homemade sweet potato fries and you can get back to whatever you’re doing.