Okay, the sound you might have heard around, say, 11:45 EST on Thursday the 2nd? No, it wasn't a dying cat, or a weird high-pitched siren; that was me squealing like a blinkin' schoolgirl out of sheer *jealousy*. I kid you not. You were in Woody's (which is what it's called in the show...)? Mein Gott, could you *be* any cooler?

And I'm not wondering whether you got the postcard I sent out to you last week anymore. Mainly because I found said postcard in the bottom of my bookbag this morning. Sorry big-big. I'll see if I can't get that out of here tomorrow afternoon.