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Monday, March 01, 2004

Have your very own Urban Adventure!

You'll need:

  1. One (1) laptop case
  2. One (1) iBook and power adaptor
  3. A paperback copy of The Professor and the Madman
  4. Legal pad
  5. Pens
  6. Wallet containing:
    • $4 in cash
    • Driver's licence
    • Debit card
  7. Cell phone

You should wear:

  1. 1 pair of reasonably attractive and flattering jeans
  2. One long-sleeved, body-hugging black t-shirt
  3. One short-sleeved green t-shirt on top
  4. A handknit dark green scarf
  5. An extremely battered leather jacket
  6. Two pairs of socks (layered)
  7. Sneakers

With these supplies, you should be more than able to:

  • Eat a stack of pancakes at a little Melrose restaurant
  • Drink two cups of coffee and write five pages of screenplay at a little Melrose cafe
  • Sit on the floor of a little Melrose comic book store and read comic books.
  • Go to a friend's house and watch parts of The Player, Star Trek IV, Terminator 2, and The Oscar, a strange campy mess of a movie.
  • Go to Canter's, drink water, and learn about the five legal requirements for statehood
  • Go to a bar, dance to 80s music, and get dipped.
  • Return home, exhausted, sixteen hours after you left it.

And all without driving! Granted, I woke up the next morning feeling like I'd walked six miles. Probably because I had.

Saturday, in short, was a really good day. It was also incredibly exhausting. Yesterday, pretty much all I had the energy for was a trip to the gym, the manufactoring of hummus, and adding about a foot to Scarf the Next during The Most Boring Oscar Telecast Ever.

Seriously, boring. I think I have boredom hangover. Nothing will ever be interesting ever again.

Including work. Only an hour and twenty minutes left...

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