Oooooh my, very sleepy. I've actually been staying up for hours tweaking the hell outta my thesis like it was some kinda kinky S&M chick with a bruise fetish. I'm off to bed, but I want to wish Dan & Stacy bon voyage, and I hope they actually make it off of that flying steel death-trap known as an airplane. Have fun!
And be sure to check out the Halo Benders. It's like cool kareoke with a guy who tries to sing but can't really, and a guy who really knows he can't sing but does anyway. Sorry, that's the best I can do. Good group. I can say with confidence that all of you will like "Don't Touch My Bikini," as long as you're not expecting "good." If not, download their cover of the Smiths' "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want." Good times gone insane.
And there's heavy stuff going on in the world we should all be concerned about. God, I feel lame.
And I got a friend with a link none of you can beat -- a slick, articulate travelogue outlining her adventures in Australia and SE Asia, complete with maps, slideshows, and Ayn Rand. Boo-yah! And no, I'm not just making her up -- she is my friend.