Oh, won't you take me home tonight.
Thinking about Buffy, watching seventh season, reading eighth, oh my how I'd missed these characters. Stiff and sore and aching in a dozen different ways. Figured out my knee, how obvious, just like a broken toe almost five years ago, victim of macrame and orange juice and loss. Never my heart...always an extremity. Of course my chest is a little pained just now. The kind, compassionate, loving universe laughs, if only because it's in on the joke. Not starving, but hungry, on the edge of my seat for once as whatever this is I'm doing to myself purges my body and my mind races back and forth and forth and forth.