- I didn't check out the bookstore.
I looked at it online, and I guess I'm kinda scared to go there.
I mean, I came to LA for this stupid movie thing which isn't going to happen, and as much as I'd like to be a self righteous New Yorker, Los Angeles has turned out to be somewhat of an escape from my problems.
I don't want to think about werewolves anymore.
It's not fun.
It's fucking scary, and to be honest with you, I feel like I've been getting a bit of a break being out here. When I fly back to New York on Thursday, there isn't going to be a hell of a lot of time left before I change again.
I left the iPod in New York, and as much as it's nice to be away from everything, I kind of miss hearing Dan's voice. I know he'd probably just tell me to kill myself again, but at least I can TALK to him about this stuff.
My blog has gotten more popular, it seems- I've had over 3,000 people come to it over the past week.
Maybe they all think that this is some big fucking fake out, some huge goddamn joke.
You think it's funny?
See how funny it is when I show up outside your house on the 26th.
I need to get some sleep.