Oh. So that's what sudoku is.
Sometimes, there's a real danger that if enough of my flist took up crack, I'd probably do it too.
Just a question. Are you supposed to suddenly believe your life has no meaning if you can't beat the hard one in under seven minutes? I'm just saying, being on the verge of tears when it hits seven oh one is a little disconcerting.
This is brought to you from hell. I'm going to go--*points*--try again. I might cry.