And then Sasha returned and I was feeling a strange disconnect with our friendship, (but knew I'd be needing to stay a bit longer so that was making me feel guilty); I had a birthday that went largely unnoticed, I still wasn't having any luck finding a steady, PAYING, professional writing job (although I had a few lovely interviews that turned into more possible freelance gigs) and NOBODY was volunteering to give me a free pelvic massage. Not even at the Lucky 13. What's so "lucky" about that??
(I don't have a photo to go with this entry. I think it suits the stark nature of the content anyway, don't you?)
So... I decided it was a fine time to take an extended weekend trip down to Palm Springs, and along the way, I would stop over at the childhood home of an ol' DJ friend of mine from Hawaii who'd recently moved back to the mainland to care for his grandmother...
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