Another gorgeous day in L.A. The climate is so stupidly beautiful and constant that I can see how people stop noticing it. It’s like having a painting on the wall–even if it’s a Van Gogh, sooner or later it stops registering. Ho hum, another spectactular day. Yawn.

Went for a hike. Saw a lot of black-chinned hummingbirds, but nothing much else.

A flaming but charming makeup artist informed me that I had great skin. This was a minor ego boost, since my body image has been taking a beating out here–at 170 and 5’7″, with my build, I’m not that far off from my medically ideal weight (although I could definitely use more tone!) But I don’t think I’ve met a single woman out here who weighed more than 110 dripping wet. None of them have hips. It’s sorta alarming. Even as mellow and enlightened as I try to be, the constant parade of adolescent-boys-with-boobs types eventually wears you down.

Fortunately, this is temporary. I’ll go back to NC and it’ll wear off in a week or two.

Work is cookin’ right along. I wish I could tell y’all what I was doing, because I am kickin’ ass and takin’ names at it, but you’ll have to take my word for it.