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After all my wino guests left Club Catherine’s, I came down with a fever and woke up the next morning hot and sniffly. I’ve had a lingering cold ever since, but think I’m on an upswing. Just in time for the weekend. Yahoo!

Being sick doesn’t seem to deter me from drinking, however. Every night Marky’s been nursing me back to health with dinner and more wine. Can’t get enough of the wine! Splitting a bottle seems to be our nightly ritual. I go home, eat dinner. Marc calls around 7ish. I drive over. I open a bottle of wine while he makes dinner. (Mind you, this is my second dinner.) After dinner, we sit on the couch and watch TV. Last night, it was Top Chef. The night before, it was Kathy Griffin. Tonight, he won’t come out with me because of the new Paula Abdul reality show.

“Marky, we should just get married.”

“I know, right?”