Working up in LA entails many fine things, shorter work days, longer lunches, good friends and pencil fights, but apparently good things must come to an end.

Jan. 9 2007, I am sitting in the famed cubical where the Apache Dance goes down.  But I sit here with a frown on my face knowing that the Apache Dance has died.  Today, I do not get to cover my "boys" and dance around, bringing joy to myself and anyone around making fun of me, rather I get to sit here and type this sad eulogy of a blog.  Where did the dance go I wonder? No one will give me a straight answer. And when I ask a poignant sadness fills the air as if the person answering had just lost their puppy.  All I can do now is wonder what new dance is in store for the super cubical, only time will tell.