InsaneJournal

I really need to cut back on the Oreos. I'm forty, not twenty-one and I already did the gym thing this morning. Days like today remind me why I love Los Angeles. I hate the traffic, the people, the business but I love sitting outside and soaking in the sun. Granted, I'm smart enough to wear sunscreen and a wide-brim hat but that doesn't subtract from the vitamin D. It's my first day off in weeks and it feels fabulous.

New York calls, though. Next week I start a 8-hour-day workshops. Three classes a day. I'm more than excited. I hear the weather in the Apple is beautiful and really starting to kick into fall. God, I love fall. I'll have to stay until winter. No bloody way I'm going to sit through another New York winter willingly. I don't think they've had a rotten one in two years, so it's due time.

I know Graeme is interested in seeing me. I know I should appease the wedding vows but his infidelities aren't secret. Well, to me, anyway. Not like the press pays him much mind. I count that a blessing in this world. I could be more in the spotlight if I tried, but then I'd be just another "actress". I'm not here for the fame or the glory. Despite what Mister Perez likes to say, I didn't attach the title to my name to be prestigious and pompous. I did it so I could have something else in my life--teaching.

Might as well check the weather and get my things packed. I cannot believe the prices in airfare these days. I used to spend more money on trousers than I did in cross-country flights. Suppose that is the way it should be, so perhaps I just found the positive in lieu of rotten oil prices. I'm tempted to charter my own flight but I think I'll swing way with Robert.

What else do I need to get done? Clean the bathroom, I'm sure. I should probably schedule the pool cleaners to come out while I'm away. That'd be smart. Oh and get the tires rotated. I need to get off here. Ciao.