Last evening, after our dance class, Beff and I headed out to celebrate Phil's last day. I think we stayed out way later than was necessary. No, I actually know it. I did get the nice reminder that I am, of course, always right. How many times must I explain the way things REALLY are to Beff before she catches on? Silly girl. I may be a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. I generally catch on to intentions pretty quick.

I will also put a note out there that how screwed is my luck? I know I've bitched before about how guys I'm interested in immediately hook up with someone - but how completely to the next level was this theory proven last evening? I would ask, but this person has now taken to completely not even acknowledging my existence and looking straight through me.

Reverting back to my previous statements about me always being right: even when I'm not interested in someone it troubles me to know that they'll always pick "my friend" over me and opt to call me "harsh" or "evil" or how they'll dance around how different we are, never quite putting their finger on their less than kind thoughts with words. More amusing still is how married guy friends look at me with complete puzzlement asking how exactly I'm still single. It's difficult to say you have no clue and yet know all the reasons in one breath. But I can do it.

On a hockey note I see that Peoria has now dropped Brian Collins' rights back to us. It should be interesting to see who all we actually sign from remaining rights and who we end up chopping at camp.

One more day. This is it - the last day of my project. There still feels like there is so much left to do. All I can really hope for is to not get crucified for the sins of others a few more times today. Heck, if our theories are right for October 1, maybe it won't matter... maybe I will need to email those friends back down south sooner than originally planned? What if the paranoid theories reign supreme? If the house wouldn't sell in three years when there was a decent job market for the area, what would happen if those theories were to come true in a year or two?

Finally, it has happened. Today was the first frost on the windshield. I have conceded and pulled out my coat, even if I'm not happy about it. The house was down to 63 this morning. At least the dogs are happy.