Today I got my car back from the auto man. That was fun. It needed new brakes. Auto man was all, so you're selling this, yes? And I was all, no, I'm driving it. Well, when I learn at least.

I think he thought this was a bad move. But whatever. It might be an old import, but I have confidence that the car will last me at least until I have a steady income and can make rent. Whenever that will be.

I spent the day applying and following up to various jobs. The idea of having a full-time job makes me a little bit ill, so I think the plan in life will have to be to find a lot of really good part time jobs that pay me lots of money and then set up own health insurance and retirement, etc. Is that how life works? I have no idea.

In other news, today Doug and I saw a girl get hit by a car. She and her friend were running across Hollywood Blvd. at the same time that a lot of cars were driving very fast down Hollywood Blvd. Bad combo. Doug slammed on brakes so not to kill them, but girl kept running and got whacked to the ground by the rear view mirror a car in the next lane. If she had been slightly faster and had made it to the front of the car, she'd have been in trouble. Also, a pancake. She got up and tried to laugh it off but, hello, she just got hit by a car. Police people with guns came and escorted her away to the land of stupid people who jaywalk at inopportune times. Or maybe that was just to the sidewalk to make sure she really was alright.

So, kids, don't run in front of moving vehicles. And also, probably not such a hot idea to buy really old cars. That's my LA advice for the day.