Despite my agent's desperate attempts to keep me in Florida,

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I chanced a trip back to New York even though I was warned that my near-sickness would've threatened the lives of unborn children on the plane I was boarding.  The good news is, I made it back to my apartment without much fanfare.  Nobody died, and much fun was had by all on the flight even though the fool in front of me couldn't decide whether or not he wanted his seat reclined.  I finally had to intervene when he did it for the twentieth time, it was such a freaking bother.

I decided to brave the elements last night and went out to dinner--this nice little place in Midtown called The Koi.  If any of you pass the Bryant Park Hotel, I'd suggest stopping in.  Their sake selection is good.  Their sashimi is nothing to laugh about, but I'd pass on the Miso.  It would've been perfect if they had a smoker's lounge, but we had to step outside for that.

When I got home, there was a message on my machine from Jon.  He might need me to come back and reshoot a scene; he told me he'd call me some time around noon today.  Either way, I wouldn't mind going out there again.  It's always nice to see my former co-stars.

I woke up this morning with this taste in my mouth that I just couldn't seem to place, but want to taste again.  Have any of you had that?