Sigh. Apparently it's bedtime. Or, as it's sometimes known, laying quitely in bed with a book the neighbors were kind enough to lend me in my time of need since itreally must be finished before the twenty-first for what I hope are obvious reasons and hoping that no one comes in to check on me, because thanks to some bizarre logic defined by those irritating laws of physics and rules of reality, reading =/= sleeping, and unfortunately the rules of the house comply to the rules of reality. So I'm supposed to sleep instead of read, but I can probably get away with some extra reading while my brother spends forty-five minutes in the bathroom. So... um, good night. =)