We work so that we can fly away.

I would like to thank the San Francisco Rent Control Board for making my life a living hell.

Went to Two Restaurant (formerly Hawthorne Lane) the other night. Wow. Never realized how much I hated this new tapa-style dining craze. Hawthorne was famous for being ridiculously over priced, serving huge platters, and the expense form on the back of its receipts. Now it's a half-assed Mediterranean influenced menu that serves tiny dishes at 8/10 the original price.

Bad, bad, bad.

And no, I don't have pictures because I forgot my camera.

The great thing about running is that you are either too engrossed by your surroundings or trying so hard not to pass out that you don't notice your surroundings. It's a great stress relief, and I think I'll start doing it again because I have a lot of stress in my life right now.

I need to come up with $30K by the end of this month, otherwise Lo Kee Man will come looking for me with a meat cleaver.

Only half of that sentence is true.

In my quest to find $30K, I have decided to join 24 Hour Fitness. They have this sweet deal where you can sign up for three years for $500. While spending money during a time where I need to make money can be considered moronic, I made an emotional reason to buy a membership because I would rather fail with six pack abs than succeed with a beer gut.

I have to go now. A tenant needs to get his ass kicked.

Soon.