It's probably just the alcohol messing with my head as it is strained out of my brain, but I need to back off of all this Robert Abitbol stuff. It's given me the worst nightmares tonight, which is why I'm up against at 7:30 in the morning after only four hours of sleep.
I just had to keep up with all his edits, in my dream, to stay ahead of him and not let him gain any ground. Add to that a feeling of intense pressure and dissatisfaction. Plus, my bed is really too small for me with both me and Yanmin in it.
I hope they're still serving that shrimp étouffé at Owens. That'll make me feel better...