Woke up extra crabby today, and all I wanted to do was roll over under the covers and watch my stories. But instead I drove in an hour of traffic to overly perky Santa Monica and answered phones in my best Barbie voice all day. It’s okay though, because Henri makes everything better.

“Immortalized on the wall. Forgotten on the floor.” Too poignant.

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