and it came to pass...

...that syndie, after a tumultuous yea, even a tempestuous period of months, did weep and wail and gnash her teeth, ever fearful of her inevitable single-hood, but did soon discover a calm satisfaction in the freedom that also followed.

"love is an exploding cigar we are all willing to smoke." -someone i can't remember

have now wiped the ashes off my face and have given up smoking for a while... but there will come a day...