Lately every morning my dad wakes me up by talking to me about the whole situation with the restaurant. It annoys me - I’d rather not wake up with a negative note. For once I’m actually kind of glad that I’m in class… How sad is that. School I guess really isn’t all that bad since I get to see my Chicago friends and hang out with them. It’s just such of a hassle taking the train back and forth. I don’t know how I feel about the whole restaurant situation other than I hate our landlord. Like if we were to get rid of the restaurant, I don’t know where my dad would go to work. Then again it could be a good thing and he could find another job where we make more money and our lifestyle would be a lot more easier. I don’t know. At the same time I have a big problem of letting go something that is dearest to me. Yes, it’s just a place, but it’s also my home and the place where I get to see my fellow employees who are considered my family. I wish business was better… =\ Hopefully things will be better later, but things can always get worse.