For just over a week, Alexa Rad and I have called a suite at Beverly Wilshire home. Alexa is probably the only person I can be trapped in a confined space with without losing my mind - especially in Los Angeles. I didn’t realize how much I would miss our little (dysfunctional) apartment until this morning - when I woke up and didn’t find her in the living room, frantically juggling conference calls while casually bragging that she had “fixed my laptop by dropping it”. Miraculous.
