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There was something I wanted to write while driving at 4am somewhere between Flagstaff and Lake Havasu, Arizona. Something about thinking about thinking about writing this and thinking about thinking about thinking about writing that and so on. Eventually, I hope the stereotype of the artificial utopia most know as Los Angeles will fade. But sometimes this can be difficult when you enter an audition room filled with permed, mani-pedi-ed, girlswithmoms all smiling sacchrine smiles and 'good luck you guysssssss!' I hope I'm supposed to be here.

I have nothing [else] to say. Obviously, if this statement was true, I would have already stopped talking, but sometimes I just want to stop talking. And sometimes I just want to talk and be talked to forever. The right company is essential yet physically scarce at the moment. Keep thinking big thoughts.