It's after 5, a mjority of the people I work have high tailed it out of here. Don't blame them. If I didn't have to drive to Harrisburg for my Alumni Council meeting I'd be out of here too. I've been in this black hole since 6:30 a.m. and you can tell. I'm beginning to get punchy. Started laughing at the stupidest joke told on the radio, something about pot holes. I don't know. It was funny at the time. Like I said, I'm punchy.

More journalists have died in the conflict. Very scary. Whenever I hear about other's in the biz losing their lives in the line of duty, I always think back to a story I was told when I first started working at job #2. My metro editor, Randy, told us (and please forgive me, I may screw up parts of this as I have no memory left anymore) about a newsroom he was in when he was first starting out where an international story landed in the lap of the paper late one night. All of the seasoned reporters were either out on assignment, unreachable or didn't have updated passports. The only one who had the passport was a cub reporter, fresh out of J-school. Needless to say, he was sent off to parts unknown to cover the story of his life. Now, nothing happened to him but the point is you have to be ready for anything in the newspaper biz. Heck, for all I know it could happen to me. Actually, it did a few months ago when I spent 45 minutes travelling between three different police stations looking for comment on a chase that none of them would talk about. LOL, what a night that was.

Monday I'm going to post my profile and pictures on the internet dating site. I'm a little freaked out but in a good way. It's about time I started moving myself along in the relationship part of my life. I'm not looking for a miracle or quick fix, but like I said before, if I could find someone to at least hang out with on the weekends (besides Bob and Marti) it would not be a total loss. Who knows. I've always said I'm up for any kind of adventure, well now it's time to back those words up with actions.