Now I go get a massage, eat something delicious and unhealthy, then drink the bubbles. Have a great weekend.
(Updated: Or perhaps just stop and get the thing combbound for Christopher post-massage, eat food and fall into bed of exhaustion. My massage therapist said to me several things which led me to ask: "That bad, huh?" He replied, "Have you been rock climbing? Because if this is just typing, don’t do it for awhile." So champers tomorrow!)