Everyone Thinks I’m a Junkie

Successfully avoided going to see Sex and the City with Kathi, so here I am eating sausages and staring at a blank page with absolutely nothing to say. Classic.

I could tell you about the weekend—we’re extras in a film shoot, which sounds far more interesting than it probably is. I could get into my American Apparel "Legalize LA" shirt, which I wear constantly and which has prompted roughly thirty people to ask me what I’m trying to legalize and whether I have a drug problem. It’s an immigration campaign. I’m not a junkie. I could also confess to getting embarrassingly absorbed in some social network I swore I’d never touch, watching my profile rank climb with the petty satisfaction of someone who should be doing literally anything else. But I don’t really feel like getting into any of it. Fly your kite. See you around.