Quick update before I watch Jurassic Park and do some necessary business...
This weekend happened along without bloodshed. That was of the good. I feel more stable. On Saturday, Aster, Rac, and Heather came over for a Buffy marathon, since they'd never watched anything pre-S7. We had a S1/S2 marathon, with OWMF and Tabula Rasa thrown in. I cannot wait until S3 is out on DVD.
Mike showed up at 2:30 am, reeking of beer and cigarettes. It is only because I worry about his driving tht I did not send him packing. I told him he'd better never again show up even buzzing, because that would mean that I know he was dumb enough to get behind the wheel while doing so. I don't need to worry about him any more that I already do.
I was not in the mood to be cuddled or analyzed, and I told him not to do either. We woke up this morning and did a little shopping. I had some wine and a frozen Tiramasu with Tuaca and Frangelico- delicious. I bought Rac's Christmas present.
Angel was delicious. No real spoliers, but Wes... slowmo, edible, badass Wes... how I love thee. Yes, snuggle the large bald man. And thanks to Puca, it all makes sense. The reason why Angel and Lilah are eniemies is because they both have good hair. ;)
Spent the episode explaining Oedipal complexes to Mike, Re: Connor.
So. No bloodshed. Have some business to take care of tomorrow... Liz and Anna get letters. I'm still in the process of writing two more difficult letters. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with either, because some things you just can't say with words.
So. Hopefully I'll get to bed before 5:30 am. Also. Saw Mullholland Drive. WTF?? Waste of two hours. Heather and I deciphered the general idea, but there are some symbols that are just beyond me. God, I hate David Lynch. If you have any clue what the damn movie was about, let me know.
This weekend happened along without bloodshed. That was of the good. I feel more stable. On Saturday, Aster, Rac, and Heather came over for a Buffy marathon, since they'd never watched anything pre-S7. We had a S1/S2 marathon, with OWMF and Tabula Rasa thrown in. I cannot wait until S3 is out on DVD.
Mike showed up at 2:30 am, reeking of beer and cigarettes. It is only because I worry about his driving tht I did not send him packing. I told him he'd better never again show up even buzzing, because that would mean that I know he was dumb enough to get behind the wheel while doing so. I don't need to worry about him any more that I already do.
I was not in the mood to be cuddled or analyzed, and I told him not to do either. We woke up this morning and did a little shopping. I had some wine and a frozen Tiramasu with Tuaca and Frangelico- delicious. I bought Rac's Christmas present.
Angel was delicious. No real spoliers, but Wes... slowmo, edible, badass Wes... how I love thee. Yes, snuggle the large bald man. And thanks to Puca, it all makes sense. The reason why Angel and Lilah are eniemies is because they both have good hair. ;)
Spent the episode explaining Oedipal complexes to Mike, Re: Connor.
So. No bloodshed. Have some business to take care of tomorrow... Liz and Anna get letters. I'm still in the process of writing two more difficult letters. I don't think I'll ever be satisfied with either, because some things you just can't say with words.
So. Hopefully I'll get to bed before 5:30 am. Also. Saw Mullholland Drive. WTF?? Waste of two hours. Heather and I deciphered the general idea, but there are some symbols that are just beyond me. God, I hate David Lynch. If you have any clue what the damn movie was about, let me know.
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