Chaos, disorder, my work here is done.

(Please don't kill me.)

With my dying breath I shall rat you out as the one that made it possible, and my killer shall track you through the electrons.

He can totally do that.

Buffdive nuggets:

Jesse: Oh, I think I may get this whole "woobie" thing, finally. It's when you want to say, "You just come over here with me, baby. Mama's going to make it better," like that, right?

Betsy: Sometimes you shut up even when you are right. This is a heavy burden for me, because of course I am right all the time.

Jesse's so cute!

Jesse: Here's another declarative sentence, all!

Nora Deirdre: I wore my sexy lace up black leather ankle boots to work today, even though it was snowing. I shook my fist out the window while lacing them up and shouted, "Stupid weather! You can't tell me what to do! You're not my real dad!"

But no one's as cute as Tim.

Tim Minear: My beagle went swimming today and now he's typing on my keyboard with his ample nose. Oh, and he's the bestest handsomeest beagle EVER.

Announcement: two weak Seabreezes with the Zero Morale Crew leaves me with a buzz for ages.

Analysis: an hour and a half on the bus is shockingly unproductive when the first half is spent giggling over the fact that the BUS HAS INTERNET (seriously, I added like, three words to one story, and only because the bus wireless crashed) and the second half is spent listening to the Mexican teens chattering next to you and thinking, "Gosh, Spanish is pretty."

(I recognized far fewer words than I should have, but most of the swearing. Little cutieheads with their skateboards and their seat offers.)

ita, can I dissuade you with promises that, hopefully soon, there will be pictures or video of Hal Sparks in eyeliner? Mebbe?

If not, send your killer to me. I'll distract him with my animal magnetism shiny things.

hopefully soon, there will be pictures or video of Hal Sparks in eyeliner? Mebbe?

What good will that do when I'm dead???

If not, send your killer to me. I'll distract him with my animal magnetism shiny things.

The Sparks video won't work on him, you know.

Damn, ita has found the flaw in my logic.

I'm sorry that you fell victim to the horror that is the motivational poster.

(Do we get to see it before you're dead?)

And hasten my demise? Let it merely be understood--I have messed with powers I cannot control. AND I outed myself.

Learn from my mistakes, children. Let me leave that moral behind, if nothing else. Oh, and the provocateuse sites. I'll leave those too.

Ah, Friday night with the Buffistas. And I'm getting paid for it.

Are sprained ankles supposed to give you fevers?

Paid??? I'm doing this for free!

Darn, cheated again.

And not just by the muscle relaxants (I wish either they or the facial paralysis would kick in soon)--it seems that although I can often sleep on command, things that are supposed to keep me up don't, and things that knocked me out before don't do that either.

I want to fall asleep over the computer, dammit, and wake up migraine free and drag myself into my bedroom.

Good times, good times.