I had another post written earlier. Really, I did, but it disappeared. It was all about how I did fuck all today but eat and sleep -- the epitome of sloth, and I literally did just eat and sleep today and that's all. Until around 4pm, when I finally decided that since I'd been wishing for a nice day to go outside to frolic for such a long time, I was feeling way too guilty to go back to sleep... er, again. So I cleaned up, packed up my CD/MP3 player and went for a walk -- one that somehow stretched into a 5-mile endeavor. And they say people don't walk in L.A. At least, Missing Persons says that. And my end-of-day save-from-laziness paid off. Somewhere around 2 1/2 miles, I spotted a tall, lanky lookin' guy coming the other way on the sidewalk. Made eye contact and smiled slightly at him as we passed each other, and he returned the favor. Now before you think me gay, let me just say that the same situation played itself out again around Mile 4 with a very cute blonde woman, and that I'm definitely not gay. (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) But I'm sure you'll forgive me when the guy I exchange eye contact and smiles with is David Duchovny.