Here you go:
Yes, raining in southern California, which I have been led to believe is its natural state in the last few weeks. But I just escaped Ohio in front of what appears to be a soul-crushingly immense snow storm, so I don’t think I will complain (and also, I hope I can find my car at the airport when I get back). Also, my view out the window is likely to change because my honor bar fridge is leaking and there’s a puddle in my room, so I’m changing rooms later today. Which is not to say the hotel I’m at is not otherwise fine; it’s got free wifi, for one, which makes me happy.
I’m sure ambitious Los Angelenos can figure out by the shot where exactly it is I’m staying, but I warn you now it’ll do no good to stalk me here. I’ve a busy schedule and won’t be here a lot. Also, if you show up to my room unannounced, well, you know. That’s creepy, dude. Stop it.