Funk-y
Maybe coming to L.A. with Spike wasn't the best idea in the world.
I mean, we're helping people. We're making up for Angel not being here, especially with David pitching in with stuff here and there. We're fighting the good fight.
But I'm still feeling...empty. Not right. Even a little numb.
Maybe it's still having to do with Maddie. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, and every person Spike and I have helped since we've gotten here has meant that many more loved ones who don't have to go through that kind of a loss.
You'd think, after hearing the kinda-sorta good news about Buffy, that I might be a little bit perkier. But at the end of the day, they're all still gone. I'm not back in Sunnydale, hanging out with Buffy and Willow in between patrols and laughing about how stuffy Giles is acting around the new high school.
Maybe it's just all the rain around here. Rain makes people go all gloom-and-doom, especially when their kitchens flood. But even that looks to have stopped for a while.
Still think it was a weather demon or something Spike and I just missed.
Whatever it is I've got hanging over me, I can't seem to shake it. I thought getting out of Sunnydale for a while would be what the doctor ordered, but...apparently not.
I found a flyer for a place called Caritas in Wes' office, run by a guy named Lorne. I wonder if it's the same guy who was at Willow and Tara's reception way back when. If it is, I remember hearing some people at the reception talk about how he was good with reading auras and stuff. Maybe I'll hit him up in the next couple of days. Maybe he can get the evil monkey who lives in my closet off my back.
Aside from the Xander Harris Pity Party 2005? Everything's copacetic. Business as usual.
And now I have to go make sure Spike hasn't killed David yet.
I mean, we're helping people. We're making up for Angel not being here, especially with David pitching in with stuff here and there. We're fighting the good fight.
But I'm still feeling...empty. Not right. Even a little numb.
Maybe it's still having to do with Maddie. Not a day goes by that I don't think about her, and every person Spike and I have helped since we've gotten here has meant that many more loved ones who don't have to go through that kind of a loss.
You'd think, after hearing the kinda-sorta good news about Buffy, that I might be a little bit perkier. But at the end of the day, they're all still gone. I'm not back in Sunnydale, hanging out with Buffy and Willow in between patrols and laughing about how stuffy Giles is acting around the new high school.
Maybe it's just all the rain around here. Rain makes people go all gloom-and-doom, especially when their kitchens flood. But even that looks to have stopped for a while.
Still think it was a weather demon or something Spike and I just missed.
Whatever it is I've got hanging over me, I can't seem to shake it. I thought getting out of Sunnydale for a while would be what the doctor ordered, but...apparently not.
I found a flyer for a place called Caritas in Wes' office, run by a guy named Lorne. I wonder if it's the same guy who was at Willow and Tara's reception way back when. If it is, I remember hearing some people at the reception talk about how he was good with reading auras and stuff. Maybe I'll hit him up in the next couple of days. Maybe he can get the evil monkey who lives in my closet off my back.
Aside from the Xander Harris Pity Party 2005? Everything's copacetic. Business as usual.
And now I have to go make sure Spike hasn't killed David yet.