reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
1 pair of reasonably attractive and flattering jeans
One long-sleeved, body-hugging black t-shirt
One short-sleeved green t-shirt on top
A handknit dark green scarf
An extremely battered leather jacket
Two pairs of socks (layered)
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...