It’s true, I am absolutely shattered with doing too much stuff this week, for work and Mom (another book signing this week) and drinking gin with friends today watching the Jets win (Jets, baby!) to end the week–

I actually fell asleep on the couch and woke up with a blanket over me alone in the apartment, and I had promised myself I’d get back to this blog project for FIN– a good idea, but I confess that blogging is hard work if you mean it, especially the making time for it, and so I promised myself, and so here I am working on my laptop late on Sunday night before I get properly in bed– it’s a holiday tomorrow so the phone won’t ring as much, at least.

Admin has gotten the sites linked better now and finally finished the themes– now if I could just get them to talk about food– Henry’s the only one who’s getting me, really– I got wet just reading his post about Kindai tuna, made me want to run in and plunk down $500 on dinner for two, which is exactly the idea.

Last I read of Chef was something about wanting gay “Holmes-on-Watson action” in the new Sherlock Holmes movie—

I mean honestly, does this sound like a man you want touching your food?!?

That one put me off this project for a couple days in there, but that’s not an excuse, just despair talking– I spend way too much time with this guy trying to get him to help himself, and Georgina gets to personally help Mark Sanchez with 40 oysters while I’m still in Pittsburgh with the flu.

I’m going to bed.