So, I suppose that being in L.A. might conjure impressions of partying at trendy hotspots, but the truth of the matter is I'm waiting for the plumber to show up and fix the kitchen faucet and waste-disposal thingy.
It's really exciting.
Yeah, I know, I'm supposed to be writing.
That's why I'm going to go make cornbread.
(running away before y'all can glare at my flagrant avoidance tactics...)