I feel as though my hands should be fluttering uselessly. I may need a perfumed handkerchief to hold delicately to my forehead as well.

I am definitely (barring unforeseen drama) going to the burlesque show tomorrow night by myself! Eeeeeee!

Movie by myself, no worries, don't care. Dinner out by myself, no worries, don't care. But I've never gone to a bar or a show at a bar all by my lonesome. Ever.

Feels weird and nervous making. And I feel silly for feeling weird and nervous, but there it is.

I refuse to be daunted!

Blergh.

Karl Malden died. Celebrity deaths come in seventeens.