It's quite something not to write anything for a while... as I've almost forgotten how to write. The scary part about this working scheme is that you sort of pick up this working lifestyle, and you frame of reference gets molded to parallel.

Nonetheless, I feel as though I'm almost on cruise control in going through this scheme. Wake up, work. Work past 10, go home, sleep and repeat the former on the weekdays.

Weekends start with a gorgeous dinner with Masa, drink, and so forth. Saturday and Sunday... I reckon it's a bad thing if you can't remember where it went.

This sounds bad, but actually it isn't. Movies are my in-thing as of late, and I've caught Big Lebowski and Velvet Goldmine. Big L was quite something. A great portrait and caricature of Southern California life that's second to none. It's a big waste of time... but I felt -- ironicially -- right at home with that flick.

Anyhow, time to dose...