I have admit that today got off to a good start.

I took the morning off of work, so I got to sleep in. And that was a beautiful thing. Sleep is important to me, because it involves dreaming. I have a very over-active imagination, therefore I have very vivid dreams. And most of the time I forget my dreams, but sometimes I remember them.

Most of them involve me flying.

I was driving to work when I stopped at a stoplight. There was a guy trying to pull out of a gas station, but nobody would let him out. So I eased off of the gas and let him merge. As he pulled out, he flashed me a peace sign. I thought it was kind of cool. Most people don't even acknowledge you here when you do something nice for them, such as letting them merge. But getting a peace sign was more than I could ever hope for.

Especially coming from Hector Elizondo.

So I get to my place of work which is in a residential neighborhood. I pull my car up next to the curb to enjoy my breakfast which consists of a bagel and Kiwi Straberry juice. As I'm eating, listening to The Flaming Lips singing about all my bad days will end, I glanced up in the review mirror and I saw a guy dressed in black bloots, black pants, white frilly shirt, and a black vest. He had long hair and... an eye-patch?

He ran up to his car and pulled a hat out of his car and put it on. He adjusted himself in the mirror, then ran back into a house. The hat was black with a skull and cross-bones on it.

So in the span of an hour... The guy from Pretty Woman flashed me a peace sign and I saw a pirate.

It's days like today that I wouldn't rather live anywhere else than Los Angeles. It's days like today that I love this fucking place.