Oh, Adam. Would have read this sooner, but I just got back in town. I know you don't need more hate mail over this chick, my friend. I think I got my point across last time. So how about an expression of sympathy? This sicks sour rasberries! But remember, and least I have to tell you again, do not forget, this isn't your fault. She's using you, and she's not your responsibility. I know you want to take care of her, I do, it's who you are. But you know you can't and you know the consequences of trying. So I absolutely forbid you to feel guilty. And I mean that. NO guilt, Adam. NONE. And if you need more hate mail to remind you of just why this is so, you know where to find me. Trust me, I'll be all to glad to remind you. I excell at verbal kicks in the teeth. And I've got one standing by and ready for when and if you need it. So no worries, mate. And with that I take my leave. You know where to find me should I be needed. Adios!