Last week in LA...
so the weekend happened.
that was nice.
cept sleeping in a huge bed all alone.
all alone in a huge home.
was not as nice.
i started to freak-out about people breaking into the house too.
gah.
i'm glad it's my last week/end here?
but i'm still sad. cuz i know going back home just means more stress.
And if I thought LAST Thursday was oing to be the most stressful day of my life.
I was wrong. It will be THIS Thursday when I have 2 bigs/important meetings.
Crap.
...And then sometimes I wish i was 24.
Is any of this making sense?
back to work.