That I just can’t seem to do much more than sleep. The trip to L.A. has turned into, for me, a chance to say good-bye and “I love you” TO MY L.A. friends. I’d best re-patriate to Ireland before Inauguration Day, 1/20.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.