children have a passion for gambling too.

You already saw it coming.

School and living in the 19th century keeps me distracted. As does the pursuit of happiness and round-nosed pliers.

I had the rug pulled out from under me today. The sky has fallen. The stiches have fallen away. My guts are on the table.

The details will be spared.

To limit your possible choices: I am not a)pregnant b)depressed c)sui/homicidal d)indicted.

I'm still with Matt. I'm still finishing school. I'm still building a house.

But I'm suddenly one friend short.

What happens to the Friendster profile of a dead girl?

Contemplate. I'll be back in February. If I stake a new claim on the digital frontier, I'll let you know.

Good luck.