One. More. Day. I’m slowly trudging through one nightmare of a week. Things would be much better around these parts if the threat of impending snow wasn’t littered through the morning news, if the construction crew across Michigan Ave could take a few days off (just for me - why is that so impossible to arrange?), if some youngin’ didn’t hit me (well, not me, my car) while we were trying to park for the Weezer show, or if I weren’t forcing myself to eat like a rabbit all week. Yeah, a rabbit. I suppose rabbits don’t eat lean cuisines, but either way I’ve found myself nibbling every little morsel of food with the ferocity of those little critters – making sure I’m tasting each and every bite, because let’s be honest – there aren’t many bites in those lil’ boxes. So let’s recap – I’m hungry. I want to...
