Tsujita opens up their version of Dan Dan noodles, called tantan noodles, today on my much beloved neighborhood Japantown street, Sawtelle.

It’s where my usual writing spot is, Volcano, where I’m writing this right now.

It’s been a long while since I’ve grabbed anything around here. I hardly come out there for anything besides writing and I’m on a no lunch kick. If I do feel a craving, I usually go to the okynomaki place a few buildings down because I parked in the parking lot and don’t want to take up any of their time while going somewhere else to eat.

Eventually I will try it out. I’m just unsure when. Maybe when the crowds go down, ’cause I’m sure it’ll be a crowded place. It sure looks crowded now and today is their opening day.

Of course, they are going to give away 300 bowls of free noodles, so there’s that.

We shall see.

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Thinking about the rest of the year, I don’t have any fun trips planned besides going home for Christmas. It’s my yearly pilgrimage.

I don’t know what I’m doing for Thanksgiving. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want to do anything, but I’m sure many family will ask me to drive up and do something. I’m just unsure who or if I’m willing to commit.

I know that I’m trying to do the Year of Yes thing, but I just want to stay home and cook and mind my own business. I want to avoid people, just relax, and not do anything.

I don’t know. Who knows?

We shall see.

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It’s unusually hot for an October day in Los Angeles. Summer claws onto whatever remnants of its season, not wanting to fade away into the mist chill of Fall. It has no problems winning that battle today.

It’ll be in the low 90s today and everyone prepares to spend the day outside. Not me. My cave is where I’ll be. Inside, confined by the small walls of my little humble abode. It fits me like a snug glove. No one can find me there. That’s the point.

I prep my mind, my brain, my thought patterns and shift them towards the more creative side. I push, I guide, swerving the brain juices to a more prosey approach. It’s difficult. I’m rusty. It’ll take a long while before I can get back to any semblance of what I was able to do and that wasn’t much to begin with. This will be a start. It has to be.

I’ll look over the prompts and the unfinished stories and maybe go back to them or should I write something new? I need little exercises to get me back into fighting shape. My year of writing has been a year of verbose journaling. Writing out my recollection in a simple tired declarative sentences of this happened and then that. Tired. Boring.

I need to get ready to fight. I need to get productive. I need to be writing.

Not just writing, but writing better.

Maybe I need a new muse to draw some inspiration. Someone or something to drive me to do better and not settle for the mediocrity of blahness.

The search continues.

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I’ve been thinking about moving this site from a self-hosted site and to WordPress.com for a while now. I’m tired of hosting my own domain and everything that comes with it and doing updates and what not. I just want someone to do that for me.

I don’t care about the vanity domain name. I still have the self-identity of it with the name of the blog and the main url. It’s the right move. It makes sense.

I still have nine months left on my domain, so I’ll keep using it until it runs out and then I’ll migrate everything over.

Easier. Simpler. No fuss. Just blog and go.

I’ve moved platforms before.

This started out many years ago as a LiveJournal site and it is here now and eventually it’ll be something or somewhere else. Will it go away?

Maybe. Who knows?

I’ve been using this outlet as a form of therapy for many years now and now I’m using it as a place to ramble about what is happening in my life.

I’m sure there’ll be a mixture of everything as the years come and go, from random ramblings about the sweet nothings of life or to something that I have to get off my chest and purge to keep my sanity.

Writing will always be a part of my life, I’ll need an outlet, and this will always be it.

It may not be exactly this, but there will be some form of it.

But until that time comes, feel free to visit here.

Of course, I’ll post what the new url will be when the time comes, but until then, it’s easy to remember.

Hahha, I don’t even know who actually read this thing.