Go go time

Studying for the sake of studying is not the most motivating task. I've been studying a lot these past few days, and the motivation to park my ass in the kitchen is quite lacking. The amount of material I have to learn in the next week is a bit overwhelming. Eight exams on: Real estate economics, real estate market analysis, property valuation, corporate finance, asset management, real estate finance, real estate investment and development appraisal, and quantitative techniques. While I would prefer to attack this problem with an ensemble of tranquilizers and anti-depressants, I don't know a dealer who gets his goods following fair trade standards.

I've lasted 8 months without purchasing a frozen dinner. That's right, I've made everything from scratch. So far, I've roasted about 20 whole chickens, 10 pork roasts, and 4 beef roasts. I down a lot of meat every week. On my tombstone, I would like the phrase "No meat, no eat" chiseled in there with a notch for every whole animal I've consumed.

Baseball is as much of a pastime to Americans as pigeon feeding is a past time for Britons. Pigeons don't get the same kind of abject hatred over here that Americans typically have for them. I ponder if perhaps me and my fellow Americans have it wrong. Pigeons do provide a service for society. They are nature's vacuum cleaners. While waiting for the bus home, I saw a group of pigeons attack a piece of gum stuck to the sidewalk with unadulterated fury.