I was right, by the way. Dinner was fucking great. Now, just sitting around, getting slowly drunk with Dianna, watching "Hell's Kitchen" on Hulu. Having just made dinner, it makes me think "yeah, I could do that, but only if they let me punch Gordon Ramsey in the face with various bits of cutlery. Repeatedly."

Yeah, I'm no chef, but I'm a helluva cook, dammit.