In honor of my recent Onion successes, a piece of humor:

My mom went to see a Holocaust survivor speak, and he told the group (all history teachers) that his concentration camp got through it by telling a joke a day. When asked for an example, he said this:

There was once a Nazi who got the most realistic fake eye in the world. State of technology, glass, very expensive, very real.
He was sending Jews to the gas chambers when one begged him for his life. The Nazi said, "sure, if you can tell me which of my eyes is fake."
The Jew studied his eyes and guessed correctly.
"How did you know?" asked the Nazi.
"I could tell it was your fake eye because I thought I detected a fleck of humanity in it," said the Jew.

After the joke the speaker chucked for a while and said he had hundreds more jokes just like that one.

Anyway, this anecdote from my mother would signify that yes, I'm in L.A., and this morning I went to the greatest dog park in the whole world. It's sunny and the food is delicious and it's so beautiful but I miss everyone in New York. (I won't name names, you know who you are.)