I wonder if I beat the odds, and had a psychotic break at 27 years old.

It would be cosmic justice if the only man who could still tolerate me after six months of my psychological torture was RAndy, a guy I dumped after being with him for a year and then re-dumped over a fight with/about Morpheus. A guy who can't hack computers, who is average looking, who you really couldn't write a novel about, and frankly, prefers to love me from a distance--because,

well,

look what happened.