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So my dog Max, he's gotten into this habit of stealing my scripts. Yeah, every morning I leave them on the coffee table, and somehow they end up in his bed. I'm thinking maybe he's trying to get a speaking role now. Guess I better watch out for my job, right?

Why is writing letters so hard? Talking to you is always easy, I guess because a letter isn’t like a real conversation. I have to say a bunch of stuff and then wait weeks for your reply. It’s like a conversation between two people who have been hit with a slow spell. California is okay I guess. It’s way hotter than Hawkins and it’s always sunny. I miss clouds. I miss you.

I remember meeting Sarah at this local coffee shop, and we just clicked right away. Started hanging out regularly, sharing stories over lunch. It's amazing how some friendships just naturally develop like that.

Man, I'm sitting there at the piano, and it's like, the melody just comes to me, you know? And I'm playing these chord progressions, and it's speaking, it's telling a story, and I'm just following where it takes me. That's what music does, right? It carries you away.

Found out something weird today about traffic lights, they're actually timed differently at night. Makes me think about timing, you know? Like that relationship last summer. Should've waited longer. Been reading about city planning lately, pretty interesting stuff.

You wouldn't believe it, but Leo’s basically running the show now. After that whole stunt with the Amazon order, he’s been sitting by the door every morning expecting a ride to the set. If I don't find him a role soon, my sneakers are definitely next on his menu.

You ever notice how in Hollywood they spend millions to make everything perfect, then make you wait three hours while they adjust a single curtain? I've spent more time staring at craft service tables than I have actually being on camera. It's just the way the business works.

Kunan traced the intricate carvings on the library walls, trying to imagine the colors his father described. Every rustle of silk and every hushed whisper in the grand mansion felt like a piece of a puzzle he couldn't quite solve, a world hidden just behind the shadows.