My head is all full of Spike-thoughts, though. I blame CP. While she's the same virtual goddess who hustled down to Denver to loan me her tape of last week's episode, she's also the one who sat and talked Spike with me for an hour Saturday.

So, even though I didn't get a chance to actually watch the episode, I'm still all distracted.

I meant to watch the tape. I wanted to watch the tape. As it happens, though, at the same time I was out, getting the tape, buying two new pair of jeans, a ream of paper, some really cool folders that I'm not sure what I'll do with but that were on sale, etc., my roommate was falling off the gadget wagon.

After three years of hemming and hawing and looking and wishing, she bought one of those little, portable DVD players.

Heh. I, of course, get to be the virtuous one who didn't bring yet another gadget into the house and I get to play with the new toy. Hooray! for being me!

So, anyhow. Besides the usual laundry and some housecleaning, that's mostly what I did Sunday.

Which reminds me. I was watching my Jeeves and Wooster (Season Two) DVDs, and I owe torch a good kick on the shins. Until she wrote J&W slashy naughtiness, it never would have occurred to me to slash P.G.Wodehouse. And now every time I watch those DVDs, I see it.

She's a very bad girl, sometimes, isn't she?