Not that it seems to be waiting on my permission out there. Very sloppy commute this morning.

I think I deserve more points. I've been watching the entire run of BtVS during a weeks-long marathon, and I haven't been coming over here Spike-blogging even once.

I mention this because my brain is all full of S7 Spike today and yet I am nobly refraining from inflicting this upon you. (Okay, not so much refraining.)

It's an odd fandom for me. I go all obsessive about the canon (and, okay, about one character, although Willow and Giles share corners of my heart) but I have absolutely no desire to read or write in the fandom. (Least of all do I want to read Xander-slash since, next to Dawn, Xander is one of the most tiresome characters in the show for me. And Dawn, make no mistake, is amazingly tiresome. Last night, as I watched, I found myself fast-forwarding through her scenes, even in eps I've never seen before.)

I did find both Cordy and Anya more entertaining this time than I did the last time I watched the show. Cordy, especially, really grew on me.

Anyhow. The phone was already ringing when I walked in at 7:45 this morning. So I went right to work. It's 9:15 now and I have a 10:00 call for which I need to prepare (remember what it is I've done for the past couple of weeks and be prepared to discuss it), as well as having at least seven really critical calls to make today.

I need to get my head in the game and not be all focused on platinum blonds, okay? I cannot be thinking about ensoulled Spike, all muscled up and looking angsty.

(Okay, now I'm all sweaty and overheated...but we'll assume that's the IC and has nothing to do with Those Eyes.)

(Mmmm. Spike.)

(Stop that!)