Let's see... It's currently 9:36 Central Time. That's 8:36 Rap's time (I think). So I've got three hours and change to drive to Pensacola's airport, go through security, fly to Atlanta, connect to Salt Lake City, catch a puddle-jumper to Pocatello, rent a car, and drive to the library.

Yo! Gluon! I don't see where there's going to be enough time. Would you mind tweaking the ol' space-time continuum a bit? Yeah, just bend it up a little right over there at Pocatello. Now, bend this part here that says "Bee-Dubya's Place" until the two pieces meet. No! Don't break 'em you clumsy damned leg-humping Mallairedale! Oh, shit! Sorry, Rap! Hope you enjoy Antarctica. We'll send someone to get you in the Spring.