Holy shitballs! I'm about to re-enter the culinary school grind. My last 14 days before I graduate. It's going to be rough. I've quickly gotten used to being out of school and it'll be fucked up to return to that world. I'm about to walk into a class thats one third underway...full of kids I don't know...never cooked with...I'm not looking forward to it. On top of all that I'll be working hard to make the re-launch of the Red Room a full success. No pressure. I guess the only plan of attack is to go in, keep my head down, and fucking cook some shit. As my friend Kevin said to me on our way out..."It's only 14 days. Try not to kill anyone."