Done.

It's 3:30am, I haven't had a decent night's sleep since last Thursday, and I'm exhausted. My eyes are bleary, they hurt, and I just finished the latest Harry Potter book.

( Look, another emotion-free cut-tag for spoilers, for all those who haven't read it yet. )

Tired. Bed.

Hey, drsnicket!

Did you get my email? I'm going to work, now. I'll try calling at your parents' house on my break (between 7-7:30).

My email basically said 9:45 at the Second Cup next to the Faubourg. Don't reply to this, but call my house to confirm, okay? I'll check my messages between 7-7:30 and again at 9:30, when I get off work, if I don't reach you at your parents'.

Be there or be square. ;)