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oh my gosh!!! these bermuda shorts are cutting of the circulation to the bottom part of my body as i sit here and type. i think i might have to change.

i’m off to los angeles. well, walnut which is still in that LAish area. considering i’m in san francisco. i’m not packed yet. i plan on leaving by 10 and it’s 9:24am. so i guess i better pack. i’m on here because i wanted to document my “driving” outfit that i almost always use if i am driving down to la.

i only wear this shirt driving down. i don’t wear it day-to-day, nor do i wear it flying. i guess it’s because it’s perfect for driving and when one is trying to avoid a t-shirt tan. well, at least a lopsided one. the top is thin enough and it provides enough coverage on my “driving” arm.

side note: do you know that americans tend to have cancer on their left arm while brits tend to have it on their right? it’s because we drive on opposite sides and opposite arms are exposed to the sun more. well — something like that… don’t quote me on it, but you can casually mention it during cocktail conversations.

oh, so i was freak’n out ’cause i couldn’t find my driving shirt this morning. turns out it was under a pile of cloths that needs to be dry cleaned. it used to be there waiting to be ironed, but i guess i missed it the last time i ironed. that’s why it’s all wrinkled.

i didn’t make any coffee this morning so i better get packed — oh and look at the weather — and get going.

DARN! … i was just thinking … i will hit the pasadena area at 4 or 5 this afternoon. great … can you say traffic. ahhh well. i should’ve flown, but then i wouldn’t have a car and so i would have to rent one $$$$ chiching! well, this drive will give me MORE alone time (only cost $150 for gas not including wear and tear which doesn’t matter as my milage on the G35 is 20K under what it should be) — like i’m not getting enough of it already … to ponder my life and to be to myself — unless i put on some french music to sing along with or my french learning cd or talk on the cell — if someone FROM FRANCE should call me or i could even do all of that in english.

NO.

i am going to dedicate at least 2.5 hours of silence to myself. the time driving down is suppose to be therapeutic for me - per my therapist - to be with my thoughts.

au revoir!