(Pulling her hair and muttering sulphurous curses a la Davic after a rough awakening.) Blasted IMAP. I've done some rearranging of my system's brain and resent the message. It oughta show up well before midnight--if it doesn't, I think I'll chase Ray around with a pickled jellyfish for a while.
(Goes off to play some more "Black and White" and totally melt whatever's left of her brain.)