I had a very good meeting tonight in a tiny vegetarian Indian restaurant on Sunset Boulevard with a couple of nice men from a secret society who may improve my (working) life here in the next few days.
No, they weren’t Scientologists or Hare Krishnas. They weren’t government agents or Mafia bosses. Just a couple of guys.
It’s good to know people. Keep up your contacts, old friends, ex co-workers…you never know when those will come in handy.
In other news, it’s 1:29am, and I have to get up to drag my ass to Culver City in three and a half hours, so why am I typing here? Didn’t I just say yesterday that I might not be typing here anymore? Why am I contradicting myself? And asking these rhetorical questions?
I should stop.