And things not accomplished are considered and plans made to remedy various distasteful situations.

A definite plus has been seeing the decorations coming down and people settling back under the 'yoke of authority.'

This time of year makes me nostalgic for the days when it was possible to avoid the incessant *cheer*. Not the over-marketing of the holiday, though the clash of glitter and bright lights are something to avoid, but the songs. All the friggen' time.

Carolers used to be just another snack...

::stretch::

Methinks someone should have smacked Connor around more...earlier...

::is disgusted with certain behavior...but that's a given::

the Soul is definitely brain-sucked. Those clothes? Who in their right mind would wear yellow?

::curses::

Fred is the only one around seeing the big picture.

She'd better figure something out before they find her.

The Soul is obviously more damaged than I thought.

Hello?

Wake *up*!

No uplifting speeches- a plus.

Cordelia pregnant- creepy. When one thinks about the young father-to-be pouting somewhere in the hotel- more so.

The Soul spent too much time slogging through sewers chasing after the 'deluded evil' - after she managed to get away from the entire group.

Of course, with this group, that should come as no surprise.

As if I needed to relive any more of the Soul's good deeds.

::growl::

Puppy-saving, power ballad loving...::snarl::

At least that hairdo is gone...

::pleased::

::g::

Not a bad day overall.