First of all, happy birthday to grandmofhelsing, hernewshoes, and bloodlette. November 3rd is the day of birthing.
I'm a little sleepy. I had trouble getting to sleep last night because I still had "Beat It" stuck in my head. I'd been reading Dune before I turned out the light, so I was having this spotty dream of Fremen gangs dancing in formation while their leaders waved crysknives at each other.
I'm still at my parents' house. I oughta be back to-morrow . . .