I am in Palm Springs and I may have had a couple of beers. As a matter of fact, I think I'll have one more. I am eating nuts for dinner and brainstorming life with Alice. I picked her up at LAX at noon. An hour later we stopped at a Wendy's outside of Moreno Valley, and an hour after that we were standing in the lobby of the Ace Hotel looking at Jon's mustache. I am embarrassed by my life list. I want nothing more at this moment than what I have, which is my feet on my bed, my laptop, the Beatles on the radio, and the minibar taunting me from across the room. I will try harder at NaBlo from here on out, I said, having no idea whether or not that was true.