Riding a Wave of Good Luck...

My friend's roommate gave me a deadline: I needed to be out by Monday morning. No problem. I have another friend I can stay with until I find a place. I call her. Problem. She is leaving town on Sunday and won't be back until Thursday. For those of you keeping track, that's 4 days of homelessness. Which is approximately 3 more days than I've ever spent without a roof over my head - and that was when I was in college protesting something that I did not then - nor do now - quite understand. Ah, righteous anger. If not for you, we would have no reason to sleep outside Independence Hall on a cold night, five to a blanket.

But what could I be protesting now? My poor planning? My lack of friends?

With growing frustration over having no home, job, or car, I enter the weekend.
And then, Saturday night, God sends me a sign. Like in Neon Lights. It takes the form of Sarah Chalke's un-makeuped and sweaty face. That's right: I had my first relevant celeb sighting since I moved to Los Angeles! I ran past her, silently gasp, and felt the weight of problems leave my weary shoulders. I was gonna be okay. God and/or Sarah Chalke was looking out for me.

I found an ideal living situation on craigslist on Saturday, saw the place on Sunday, and moved in on Monday.

My friend and I decide to celebrate, so we head to a restaurant that is LESS than
a mile away from MY NEW PLACE - and whom do we see on the way? Another celebrity! Or, at least someone I recognize from TV.

I'm pretty sure I'm gonna ride this good luck through the rest of the week. Someone's gonna offer me a car and a job tomorrow. And that someone just might be Damon Lindelof.