All's still quiet on the
Wilkins' front, as far as I can tell, although I think
Riley and
Giles are still trying to dig up dirt on him. I'm not sure if
Willow found anything else out--she's been kind of busy getting
Dawn's boyfriend back in the land of the coherent. And we've all been busy with the kittens, especially
Tara--Miss Kitty's litter is just adorable. But I'm terrified I'm gonna squash one of them some day when I'm not watching, they seem to pop up all over the house. And I'm kind of wondering what we're going to do with them when they start getting bigger. I should take them to visit London when they get a little bigger, I bet she'd be thrilled.
Anya got back from L.A. and did her usual inspection of the Magic Box like she'd expected us to blow it up while she was gone. Sheesh, it's been a really long time since the place got trashed by demons, why can't she just have a little faith in us?
At the last minute, I sucked it up and registered for part time classes. Criminal psychology, 'cause it sounded interesting and possibly applicable to slayage, and an upper level writing class. I swear, if another apocalypse comes along and screws me out of finishing them, that's it, I'm going to resign myself to working retail the rest of my life. Not that I know exactly what my degree will be good for. It's kinda fun being on campus again, anyway--gotta keep tabs on the weird so Dawn and her friends don't get into trouble.
[Open to Amanda, Dawn, or anyone else on campus who wants to run into her.]