I'll have to post some pics of the Macs and Clones that probably perished due to that particularly serious lapse of sanity. I was much blessed that my parents kept up my apartment rent payments or I'd have lost everything and been homeless. Coming out of that one alive, relatively sane and making those first baby steps toward controlling the ravaging swings of manic-depression was worth the world to me, literally. I'm open about that (if anonymously online) in the attempt to help others. A mind is a terrible thing to lose, so take care of yourselves, comrades.