  Well, in case you didn't guess: Rebekah. At my doorstep. Weird. Random. Not as awkward as I'd imagined it would be. We had a good long chat for a couple hours. She took some remaining stuff from the days when it was "our" house. No bad blood. She is a sweet girl. But not mine anymore, and i'm happy that i'm at a place where (despite all the other shit in my life going wrong) i'm ok with it. Huzzah. Spiderman 2 tonight! wootini (to quote jacob). 
