If you have to scribble down bathroom graffiti, put some heart and truth into your work. The written material and frescos I'm provided with in communal restrooms almost never meet my expectations -- besides the little man on the boat, of course.
My body is in L.A. but my head is somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea. I landed in L.A. after 31 hours of traveling. I don't really mind long plane trips. I begin to relax when I get in the taxi. That's when I relinquish control.