It's snowing buckets. My Dad and I sat at the window for a half hour,
watching cars slide backwards down the hill.
Last night I saw two raccons fighting out the same window. I never knew
what horrible sounds they made.
Devon had appendicitis. He had surgery on Saturday, and came home from
the hospital last night. I'm playing nurse, and making lots of
smoothies for him, and propping him up to give him painkillers and
water. He cries alot in his sleep.
I finished all the Angel videos, and now I don't know what to do with myself... Now for a little self indulgence:
haptotrope, you may be the only person who can tolerate it.
Hmmm. I think the first two seasons are my favorite. Doyle
was probably my favorite character of all- and he died in the first
season, so... !$@^#$^%!... But his death was instrumental in the plot
developement, so I forgive them.
I was getting kind of pissed at the producers/creators for the last two
seasons- I didn't like what they did to Fred, but end then end I liked
Alyria [sic?], and I felt the plot pulled itself all back together and
all was forgiven by the last episode. Except that they ended it. I
can't forgive them that X(
I suppose all things must come to an end... but I could have taken much more. Hah.