Dawn's still missing and everyone seems to be in a dither about it, scouring town looking for her. Well,
Anya doesn't seem too concerned about it, and really, Dawn's a big girl and ought to be able to take care of herself. Probably just wanted to get out from under
Buffy's watchful eye for a bit of a lark.
Anyway, it's about all I can handle working at the museum a few times a week--bloody boring job, all those old things--and working at the shop the rest of the day, as knackered as Anya's been keeping me. I haven't been able to talk her into closing early yet, but after hours she's certainly eager to come back to my place and shag like bu--er, promised her I wouldn't use that phrase again.
The
Trejo girl's taken a sudden interest in demonology--maybe those wiccans aren't quite as dull as I thought. She asked about the books and I told her I didn't care which ones she looked at. Brought in a few from home today for her, someone may as well get some use of the old things. Certainly don't mind getting them out of the flat, although I did leave a few for my favorite game.