Last night, I cleaned out my closet, and this afternoon, biked over to Crossroads, then Wasteland, to sell the lil bag off stuff — and got $20.75 for it.

So I decided to get a black hoodie from Crossroads for $16.50. And I dropped off the rejects at Goodwill and biked home.

Then I walked over to 18th St. Coffee House for a cup of coffee ($1.50) and read Christopher Isherwood:

To live sanely in Los Angeles … you have to cultivate the art of staying awake…. Wake up, wake up — before you sign that seven-year contract, buy that house you don’t really want, marry that girl you secretly despise…..

You’ve got to think, to discriminate, to exercise your own free will and judgement. And you must do this, I repeat, without tension, quite rationally and calmly. For if you give way to fury against the hypnotists, if you smash the radio and tear the newspapers to shreds, you will only rush to the other extreme and fossilize into defiant eccentricity. Hollywood’s two polar types are the cynically drunken writer aggressively nursing a ten-year-old reputation and the theatrically self-conscious hermit who strides the boulevard in sandals, home-made shorts and a prophetic beard, muttering against the Age of the Machines.

Afterwards I went for a lil run, showered, then graded papers. Now I’m thinking of watching Nea.

I de-car’d and de-junk’d, did what I wanted to for the most part and have time for myself — and made $2.75.

I have a pretty good life, though I still often have trouble seeing it –

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