Slept realy well again last night. I guess my galavanting is catching up with me. Woo-hoo.

Why do I have the sneaking suspicion that I'm supposed to do something tonight, and I just can't remember? I hate that. Don't you? I'll probably remember what it was on Friday.

On a completely different note, downtown L.A. is like any other big city downtown. Oftentimes you will walk down the street thinking "What is that smell? Oh, it's HIM."

IMJUSTAGUY BONUS ROUND: 200 points to anyone who can tell me where "Excuse me miss, do you like pineapple?" comes from.