... not completely, anyway. I know I've been dwelling on this one recently, but i can't help it. Two years ago today, Lisa, my first serious girlfriend, died. I was away at school when it happened. It ripped me apart, it almost killed me. I guess if you want a first approximation of what she meant to me, you'd better see my writeup about her. The wounds are not only not healed, they're festering. I don't cry myself to sleep anymore, but neither am I a whole person. It's made relationships difficult. I'm seeing a shrink, and it's helping, but I don't know if I'll ever be normal again.