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My Vacation


At first, my plan was just to take a week off from blogging so that I could have some time to concentrate on more important things. You know, like taxes and work. But when I showed up at the ad agency on Tuesday, I was told they wouldn’t be needing my services for a couple weeks. That’s freelance, for ya. Suddenly, I really was on vacation. An unpaid vacation, mind you. But a vacation, nonetheless.

So, what did I do with my free time? Well, I sure as fuck didn’t do my taxes. I wanted to do something more interesting with my week off. So I considered my options:

At first, I thought about going to Manila. I’d never been there before and I thought it would be kind of cool to see where all those envelopes come from. But then I couldn’t figure out where Manila was. And wherever it was, it would probably be too hot and the food would most likely give me the runs. So I nixed that idea.

Then I considered just getting a room at the Chateau Marmont so I could work on my novel. But there was no fucking way I was going to pay that kind of cash for a room there. Especially since I didn’t actually have a novel to work on. So that was out.

San Francisco? Too fucking cold. Palm Springs? Boring. Las Vegas? Too crowded. Santa Barbara? Too romantic for a single guy.

I briefly considered hopping on a jet and taking an impromptu flight to Europe (Maybe that’s where Manila is). But then I remembered an important fact: I have a slight fear of flying. And by “slight,” I mean that sometime during the flight I might feel a little nauseated, then I might get a little sweaty, then I might fill up a few air sickness bags, then I might start balling my head off. That sorta thing.

So where did I end up spending my vacation? Hollywood, California. That’s right. I stayed right here in front of my computer. I hardly went outside. And let me tell you something: I’ve been bored out of my fucking skull. I’d like to say that it’s good to be back. But the truth is, I never actually left. How fucking pathetic is that? That was a rhetorical question. But I have a feeling I’m about to read a lot of answers.

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