Sounds like every one had some fun with
Casper the Friendly Ghost today while Ben and I were out. I missed
everyone getting pantsed? (Although, yeah, had my share of that, to be sure.) And I missed
the big unveiling of our spook? Bummer. Whenever the action goes down, I'm out and about, or knocked unconscious. Thus is the fate of a Watcher, from what I'm told about the various misadventures of Mr. Giles. *sigh* I'll never be James Bond . . .
I need to find out from Mr. Giles when we're to start work on the consulate project. Things have been quiet on the Council front lately, except when they called and sent
Buffy to investigate the dead Slayer incident. Wonder what's going on with that project. I need to do something work-related here. Of course, some could argue that I am doing something work-related, but that's not exactly what I meant.
Speaking of which, I think we're gonna watch a movie. Anyone else want to come join us? It's Goldfinger . . . .Any takers?