After a frantic calling up period that started at around 11:30pm last night, We (Me and Sarah) have managed to get a group of poeple together for today. How it turns out, none of us will know (until we get there obviously). But hopefully it will be fun and none of us will die from starvation (You better have at least covered food Adam, or i'll can you). As for Alex, No matter how much I call he won't get up and answer the goddamn fone. WAKE YO ASS UP. But yeah. So I'm off to dry my hair and get ready. In about 3 hours we'll see how well this all turns out. Have a good day guys. Talk to ya soon

Agent Smith:
Why, Mr. Anderson? Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more that your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. The temporary abstracts of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

Neo:
Because I choose to.