I'm through with Sid. Yep. I've been thinking about him all summer and it's been bugging me so much that he was acting like such an ass all year. So I e-mailed him last night about it. I just read his reply about a half an hour ago. It's funny, after I got done crying (which was a long time coming, I hadn't cried all summer), I wasn't as sad as I thought I'd be. I mean, I'm majorly pissed that he doesn't understand what I'm trying to tell him, but I really don't miss him as much as I thought I would. That's what the title's about. I want the "new and improved" Sidney, as so many of his little brainwashed cronies call him, to die a slow, painful death. He deserves it.