Where's my bed, dammit?

I've been up almost 30 hours on very little sleep to begin with, but Leah just left in her snazzy new gown. I'm happy with it so far-- but it needs tweaking. And sleeves.

I intend to be completely unconscious for several hours starting in about five minutes. If armageddon comes, could someone tell it to wait a couple of days?


Anita-- maybe tomorrow? What do you think? Ififif I'm alive, I mean. And neither of us have killed anyone.