Even in summertime. Of course, the kitchen here stays so cool all the time, which is nice. They really knew how to make 'em in those days ( Read more... )

I hate being jet-lagged. I wish I could reset my body clock whenever we have to swap time zones. It's offensive that I can't ( Read more... )

I need sleep. I haven't been getting much lately--I've been waking Wesley up every 2 hours--give or take 3 minutes--what with his head injury and all. Maybe today he'll finally agree to go with me to the doctor to get that CT scan. Though I suppose it's not a bad thing, that I haven't been sleeping as much. It's given me more time to work out ( Read more... )

They're dead. All of them. And all 625 of those nasty little holes have been sealed off. No one gets in. No one gets out. Problem solved ( Read more... )

Twenty-three rats dead.

They're trying to hide now. Let 'em.

I know it's not Charles' fault, but I wish we had more to go on as far as demon identification goes. You know how many demons have claws and ooze purple ... ooze? Thirty-six. Some of them we've been able to rule out because of what Charles reported about the claw size. I wish it were so easy to get a qualitative description of odors. "Stinky" ( Read more... )

I missed two last night. I'm not happy about that. Waste of ammunition. But he's all right, and they're all dead, and that's all I care about right now.

Angel wants me to get back to looking up personal possessions. Maybe I can get Cordy to help me with that. She actually likes reading society news ( Read more... )

Oh, no. They did not. A buncha vampires did not decide that my husband looked like a tasty snack. Or four-course meal or whatever they had planned for him.

I don't care where Faith is right now. Fear God, but fear no vampire. Ride tall, shoot straight, and remember the goddamned Alamo.

Sneaking in the UCLA Physics lab building wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be. Science shouldn't be done in the dark, anyway. There's something very wrong about that. And it was all for nothing, I'm afraid. There's nothing science can tell us about these mirror pieces. Well, other than their molecular structure and the way the ( Read more... )

I wish Wesley'd let me keep more pieces of the mirror. I'm the one who cleaned up the mess, after all, and I was going to take every single shard back to that room I've turned into a lab so that I could figure out how it works, but he's sent most of it to Mr. Giles in Sunnydale ( Read more... )