> In the last four years I've had a lot of fun, and I've had some wonderful times and enjoyed them, but whether or not anybody realised it, I was never happy. Now I am. I feel as though, at the age of 31, my life is finally beginning. It still fills me with wonder to say this to myself: I'm so very happy.

Figures. Something finally comes along that really *isn't* my fault, and it's like the one thing in four years of getting blamed for everything that I wish *was.* :-}