Today...

6:20 am: I wake up to my short-haired, short-nosed pug licking the small of my back, I knew it was time for his morning walk. We leashed up and hit the road. I felt the crisp December air hit my awkwardly blonde beard and it gave me a small tingle down my spine that said, "Yes, I'm Trayer and I AM alive." I picked up Bill Murray's poop and made my way back to the house.

7:00 am: I fit into my size small wetsuit like a glove. I felt my washboard abs and bulging biceps squeeze in as I prepared my frontal lobe for some killer morning swell. Surfline said waves were 8-11 ft. Perfect. I hit the beach. The graceful Michael Baca was already out there, toes to the nose, making the 11 foot swell look like his bitch. We shredded.

11:30 am: I finally got to the office, as I walked in everyone said hello, I didn't respond. More compliments than normal on my beard today. I sit down in my hydraulic desk chair and elevate it in a position where I can monitor my employees. I look down on them as they look up to me with admiration.

11:45 am: I feel hungry so I'm off to the city for a 3 hour lunch at the Clift Hotel with the cast from 21 Jump Street. I'll post again later and let you know how the mid day wine selection was.