Depressing? I guess I wouldn't know anything about being depressed... because nothing I do is depressing. Not waiting for a phonecall that never comes, not knowing that all the worrying I did about what you thought of me is a waste... not knowing I'm not worth your time. nope. nothing. I'm actually ashamed of myself for feeling this bad... maybe because I'm almost positive that up until now, you had no idea. I don't know what's worse... you not knowing, or not caring. Probably the latter, but as you're not likely to ever want to talk to me, I suppose we'll never have the leisure to discuss it. Anyway, I'm sure you'll find a replacement for me when you go away, if there's anything that even needs replacing. It shouldn't be too hard, after all.