There is very little I have not dropped, spilled, knocked over or broken in the past few days. Be it coffee, steamed milk, protein powder, more coffee- different location- dropped glass containers in stores, almost dropped breakfast this AM.

I feel like I'm hungover, yet have not had a drop to drink.

One year here in LA. One year since the day I flew out of Hartford, spending my time in the airport with Ida- in a strange piece of coincidence that only happens in movies and, you know, real life.

Since that point I've- gained 35lbs. Tanked my credit. Lost some brain cells. Lost contact with some friends. Completely lost what little mojo I had. Aged 10 years.

Since that point I've- learned how to make a cappuccino. got health insurance. made the decision to file for bankruptcy. made some new friends. secured an internship that not only puts me in a golf cart on a lot, but helped clarify where I should be heading next in my career.

I don't love LA, but I think we'll be friends.