At last... Sort of

I'm snowed in right now. Sure, it's only 4" of the white stuff on the ground, but it's enough that my evening plans got canceled/postponed/shaken up. No matter. Tomorrow night we're going clubbing, and I have a good feeling about it.

Saddam Hussein is dead. The Iraqis didn't waste much time once the verdict came in, huh? And even though I thought he was an evil man (for sure) I still feel weird about it. Must be my slight aversion to capital punishment coming out. The finality is what bothers me most, I think. It's a symptom of my own indecisiveness.

But here's a heck of an update for you—I think I may have ended things once and for all with an erstwhile admirer. I tried to be kind, but I think I may just have come across looking like a bit of a lunatic. I told this fella that while I have a little crush on him, I am struck again and again that he ought to ask this other girl out. It finally came out that while I think he's the nicest person in the world, I worry that I bore him because we have so little in common. He's not the least bit interested in the things I like, and I just can't connect with him. I don't know anything about animals—hunting them, riding them, roping them, etc. I've never made a bullwhip. So it feels weird (though not so final as Saddam's outcome) and I hope it was the right thing to do. I don't have that sense of relief I expected, but I also don't feel like the world's worst person who deserves to burn for telling the truth either.

But all this will pass… to paraphrase Mr. Bennett in "Pride and Prejudice", likely much sooner than it ought. Especially because tomorrow night I'm set to be the dancing queen, and may line myself up with the Kissing Kitty Award yet again. We'll see how it goes.