Something Wicked This Way Comes

Okay, not wicked, exactly, but just not right.

Never before have I NOT wanted to be in a seat of power. Apparently, all Mad-Scientist-Taking-Over-The-World tendancies have been beaten outta me of late.

So What?

Well, tonight, it happened. I was nominated for an PTA executive committee seat. With no effort on my part, too.

It's weird. Just plain WEIRD. I've never been nominated before. (Thrown my own name in, yes, nominated on someone else's thinking I'd do a good job, NO.)

I feel sick to my stomach, like I've totally done the wrong thing. I could actually hear those people thinking it, and when they actually said it out loud, all I wanted to do is bang my head off the table.

I've prayed about this--I honestly do not know how I'm going to do it. And, technically, I did not accept the nomination. I told 'em, "I won't fight it."

I am Captain Lame-O, and I have an increasingly upset stomach.