Full Recovery?

I hope I'm not sick any more. This weekend sucked: after tending to my daughter during her two-week illness and my wife for her three-week downtime, I finally shut down for two days. Two days! I had a Dish review to write for Vue, plus a "surprise assignment" from my editor to watch a documentary and speak to its director. Instead, I laid on the couch and watched terrible television.

Why would TBS run movies where they have to remove the actual "humour" content because they consider it offensive? It's baffling, really.

The review went well, though. I constructed a magnificent soiree of romance for Andrea and I, with a dinner from Piccolino Bistro as the main course. I'm hoping to catch the Tuscan Grill with a former room-mate and her boyfriend this week. I tell you - there is no better gig in the world than a food reviewer. I go out every week, my dinner and non-alcoholic drinks are paid for, and the check covers Andrea's meal. Free night out every week? Yes, please!

But it's a horrible, terrible inconvenience and nobody should even think of trying to horn in on my territory - got me? You'll find a chef's head in your bed.

Bleh. I'm even more incoherent than usual. Maybe I'm still sick. Ah, well. So long as I'm propped up in front of my computer at work, I still get paid... Probably.