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Sister was in the hospital all night. They wouldn’t let me stay overnight, so I left at 1am and now I’m back. The doctor should’ve been here at 10am, but the jerk isn’t going to start his rounds until 11:30am. Jerk. I blame doctor egos and sunny days. He had better discharge her.

Proof that I will never be able to take care of a living being.

Just got in a car accident. Eff you 2008.

Note to self: Monday 5:30pm is too late to buy the good discounted shit when it comes to Easter candy.

I’m going all the way with this lazy Sunday adventure, the goal? Put a dent in my couch the exact size and shape of my body. So far it looks like I’ll be victorious. I’m too lazy to even get to my PC so I’ll just write from my cell.

I’m always starving so I turn to Food Network as usual. What do I get to see? Some lady talking about a food getaway in Vancouver, Giada’s Weekend Getaways. At least now I have a short list of places to eat at when I visit Vancouver, whenever that will be, but it will be, I promise it.

The first place Giada visited was Lumiere where I NEED to get the butternut squash risotto and some sort of New Zealand-ish kiwi drink. After which I can reenact the scene from Temple of Doom on the world’s longest suspension bridge, preferably while making a fool of myself in front of others.

I was surprised to realize that I actually wanted to dine at an Indian restaurant, Vij’s. The food here wasn’t authentic Indian food and I know my food from the East. The food was how non-Indian food would be prepared if made with Indian ingredients, very enticing to the palette.

If I ever wake up for brunch then I’ll be heading to The Sandbar for some of their brown sugar covered West Coast salmon laced with soy sauce.

I really gotta stop watching Food Network when hungry.

Why the hell do people assume I’m going to pick up the phone when their number is withheld? Idiots.