At Heather's. She sleeps. Sleep sleep sleep. Poor, sick thing that she is. I watched Trading Spaces and the first half of While You Were Out, and raided the fridge. Looking forward to the dinshig ce soir. And I'm not stressed about the block project anymore. We HAVE books. Whether or not they contain what we're looking for, we shall see. Printing, banks, and parking. Hmmm...