Might I just ask where in tarnation IS everyone? Oh, it's the middle of the night. I have been up since three-thirty fighting nausea. Nausea and I have been wrasslin' for the last hour. I must say nausea was winning for the first few rounds, but I came back and said, "I ain't down yet" and I've been winning the fight for the last half-hour. Frankly, I'd like to call it a draw, but it doesn't like to be called a draw so what am I to do? I'd like to go back to sleep but that has not been possible thus far, oh, no, that has not been possible thus far.