Sprocket's getting shaved, Gretchen's running around town picking up last-minute comestibles, and I'm stuck here in my cubicle waiting for TSS this evening. We'll be promoting the Help-a-thon in “Lightning Round” fashion. Marty and Patrick will be grilling me with twenty tech questions, preparing me for the 18 hours of live hell that will be the day after Christmas. I was planning on getting a blood test this afternoon, but they apparently had us scheduled for 4PM on Saturday (tomorrow). So, right before our party, I'll be pekid and passed out on the sofa. I guess that's kinda normal. I could definitely do without the needles. Regardless, I'll be sure to have my Webcam turned on and pointed to the action once the festivities begin. I suppose that would include the visit from our assigned RN. He's a pro, I hear.