HOPING AGAINST HOPE: It sure looks like Scott Peterson killed his wife. Either that, or someone from the world of Faye Resnick. Thing is, though, I just keep thinking: God I hope that guy didn't do it. It's like I'm rooting for him. Well, not for him, but rooting against the possibility that a seeminly normal person could kill an innocent woman and child. I know it's possible, happens more often than I'd like to think, but damned if I'm not clinging to some microscopic hope that the truth is not what it seems.