Oh sorry, I can't make it. I know I said I'd help you pick out a new shelving configuration at IKEA today, but it turns out I'll be sleeping for the best part of the day. Yes, and on Sunday. What do you think weekends are for? Yeesh. If people expect me to actually DO stuff all week long, the weekends belong to me. And my bed. And my dog. Stop texting already, freaks.