A day off.

Today began early as most of my days in San Francisco have began. I apparently only sleep in rooms where direct light can shoot a laser beam through my window and onto my slumbering face. Its like someomne is pointing a prism directly outside my window. But after the suns rude awakening, I realized I had the day off anyway, so I should probably get started. Sat in bed, showered, and headed over to my friends Justins, where we were supposed to do Yoga, but were lazy and got coffee instead. We went to the brainwash, which I love. But I've heard that Rachel Ray did a review on it and loved it, which if you have been to the brainwash, I have a hard time picturing here there. Or at least walking into and stepping out of there. Its in the heart of SOMA, and her precious manicured toenails would probably step on at least a couple dirty syringes on the way out. Anyways, bail on Yoga, onto the addictions, and then home for some errands. De and I went out, I opened a new bank account with possibly the worlds sweetest women at US Bank. I will probably find an excuse to go to the bank now when I miss my mom solely to see this women and have her make me feel better. We also went to a great sushi place in Little Italy ( i know, talk about an oxymoron), but it was suprisingly fantastic. Overall, good day, no Samovar. Success.