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Despite the ghetto motel accommodations, I still get a feeling of wellbeing when I drive into LA. It's the weather and abundance of space. It truly is a world away from cold and inhospitable San Francisco. Ironically when I lived in LA, I always felt SF truly understands me and LA does not. My European sensibility, my ambition, love of urban environments. Now that I live in the Bay Area, I feel the other way around: SF is too competitive, LA is the place that understands me best with treating people as people rather than as robots, the sense of normalcy and comfort. Tomorrow will show whether I get laid and by whom, which is the ruler I use to define whether it was a successful trip. As usual, I wish I were staying in LA rather than going to Vegas, but oh well. That'll be the February trip: more sex, less Vegas.