well, as of now, the latest breaking news on this non-stop 24/7 war coverage is that saddam hussein and sons might've been killed by 8000 lbs. of airdropped explosives. you think i'd be relieved, but it actually makes me feel ill. isn't this an assassination? assassination american style, a "leadership strike," where you don't die from a sniper's bullet but rather you are obliterated from the face of the earth with an overkill of firepower, kind of like swatting a fly with a nuclear bomb. sure sure, we're not using nuclear weapons, but when you drop 8000 lbs. of bombs onto a target, the destruction is just as destructive, just without all that nasty radiation and long-lasting environmental damage. i also feel queasy because there is just so much hypocrisy, the US used to be friends with saddam, but not we're trying to kill him. i would've rather seen the US concentrate this kind of firepower on a more worthy target, like osama bin laden. whatever happened to the war on terrorism? i don't think the war on iraq is about terrorism. iraq never did anything bad to me, i have no qualms with its people nor its government. and even though saddam might've been a bad guy, he was still the official leader of that country, but once the leader is gone, who now controls the government? in the absence of a central power, can people be trusted enough to remain civilized and not resort to lawlessness? on nightline tonight, one of the reporter said, "the coalition might be the power, but no one is in control," as they show iraqis looting and getting a jail tour from an escaped prisoner when the guards all left their posts. all i know is, after hearing the news that saddam might be dead, i didn't feel good about it at all.

last night i slept in the guest bedroom, no reason other than the fact that i wanted a change. it was cold, and i thought maybe it was the thin blanket, but turns out the heat might've gone out in the middle of the night (i didn't find out about it until later in the afternoon, when i went downstairs and quickly relit the pilot light). i finally paid the stack of slowly accumulating bills, mailed them off, then drove to norwood, to syms, to buy a suit. costs twice as much as the one i got from filene's basement, but this one fitted me better (a little emanuel ungaro action). syms has a weird store policy of only returns for credit, not cash. i accidently cut off a little old man in line, but when i saw him, i quickly let him take my place. he scooched in front of me and said "thank you" without looking back at me. while searching for the address of the nearest syms, i printed out a 10% online coupon, which i was able to use towards my purchase. i quickly drove back, not wanting to get caught on the highway during the reported approaching snowstorm. i drove to the cafe to show my mother my new purchase, got some food, then drove to srm to pick up the test dvd from paula. i went back home and ate my lunch (rice noodles), then walked down to porter square to cash some checks, deciding to wear my alternative glasses for kicks. i came back, watched some war coverage, then relaxed on the couch reading lullaby, falling asleep even though it didn't seem that late since there was still daylight outside. i woke up when it got dark, then fixed myself a pair of stoffer's french bread pizza. later in the evening, i was able to talk julie "the rage" out of an anger spiral via aim after she got into a fight with her roommate, arguing about how to open the blinds. girl fight! later, we were both able to vent our war grievances.