GIP

See, I would love to do what Irulan is doing right now, curl up in bed, go to sleep, and stay there all day. I have a hedgehog in my throat, Philip and Frances are dancing the brain tango, and Grace has given me back an edited version of my proposal and has pointed out so mnay holes, it looks like Swiss cheese. Where has my brain gone? or failing that, where has all the rum gone?