Stream of half-consciousness

Finished up S3 last night. Mayor, Faith, evil power, eating bugs, apocalypse, yadda, yadda, yadda. Willow still surprisingly babe-a-licious, not a thing I usually notice. Xander marginally less annoying. Angel considerably less annoying since seen nekkid.

Neither a decent substitute for Spike. What a waste of an entire season.

Swept and mopped kitchen and bathroom floors yesterday, spot-cleaned entryway carpet, did a smidge of dusting.

Today's agenda: laundry, wash woodwork, grouse because BtVS is available for S4 in the UK (Region 2) but not in the USofA, rewatch S2, stare at Spike, eat chocolate, finally watch first-run ep taped on Tuesday.

A little bored with loitering in the living room since did that all day yesterday. Might gather up enormous energy and wend my way to the grocery store to stock up on lunch foods for next week. Should decide soon, before entirely catatonic, but requires showering to rid myself of scary bed-hair, so not sure.

Must exercise. Slept late, will have insomnia tonight if not careful. Hate starting the work week that way.

Man knocked on door last night, I opened it. Getting older, no smarter.