All right, so here's the deal.

After thinking about it a bit, I decided to let Tiana go ahead and tell Claire about the message I had sent her, because let's face it, I would have dragged my feet into eternity, and I was tired of having this constant pressure inside me. I also figured that using Tiana as a buffer would take away the awkwardness. Claire wouldn't have to respond, and I wouldn't freeze in the middle of spilling the beans. At least she would know for sure, and I wouldn't have to keep carrying this weight around.

Tiana waited until no one was around, said to me, "Yeah, it was out of left field."

"What was?" I asked.

"Claire had no idea you liked her."

So she was taken aback a little, and apparently she said that it didn't change anything. Which is fine. On to the next humiliation. I just need to learn to make my humiliations shorter.

And so ends the saga.



I guess it's good you didn't opt for the tattoo to express your feelings.

Don't worry. There will be new sagas and new opportunities for regrettable tattoos.

Tune in next week. Same bat-time, same bat-channel. . .

I wonder if Christopher Nolan is sad that no matter how much people like his take on Batman people will always reference the TV show more.

Without it, his version wouldn't seem quite so serious.

Yeah, it really could have been a lot more serious. He needs to pull out all of the stops next time.

I have yet to see the new movie. I should soon because one of my coworkers saw it over the weekend and didn't stop talking about it all day at work. This is the same guy who constantly forgets I haven't watched any episodes from the 4th season of "The Office" but will talk to me about them every other day. . . (sigh)

Ouch. Just so you know, the Joker is Luke's father.

NOOOOoooooooooo. . .