Monday, January 06, 2003 My family goes to bed and I finish up my packing. It's quiet and dark here, and I don't mind, it suits my mood. Wish I could stay here while, at the same time, going onto achieve international fame and fortune. But I guess I can only do one at a time. Got call from manager guy today. Have to go into office and pick over first draft of latest screenplay. Freaked out by this for unknown reasons. Unsurprised by random freakout-age. It is the way of things. I'm wearing silky fuzzy socks and a green sweater. I only have clothes to pack now. Driving back to L.A. tomorrow, with a new blender and a yoga mat and three weeks of good memories. It's been nice being home. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.