Taco/Burrito

In LA at the moment; am counting down the days until I go home. I have started etching a line a day into the sterile concrete wall of my “bedroom” of the agency apartment. This ain’t 8th and Ocean that’s for sure. Everyone here smells like patchouli and the only topic of sustainable conversation seems to be weightloss and “who is creepy/a loser/hot”. I feel like I’m at a bizarro anorexic highschool in Eastern Europe.

There was an earthquake this morning.

I am grumpy.