The Internet is strangely silent today. Ask anyone who's waiting for word, any word at all, about who passed the FYLSE. Somewhere, in the gods-know-how-many gzillions pieces of mail that pass through Post Offices across the country, are our fates, printed on the official stationery of the California State Bar. And now, the Internet has gone mute. Surely, there is some hint out there for us. That's the whole point of information at the speed of broadband, right? Yet nothing is coming until Monday. Not digital nor physical news of our fate. The suspense is brutal.