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Thursday, January 29

All singing and dancing Buffy.

I'm embarrassed to say that I've started watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I turned to it once when I wondered if Spike was on because I wanted to call Di and she loves the Spikester. Someone said something funny and I was hooked. I've been watching it ever since.

Anyway, yesterday's episodes were cut down to one because of a movie that FX was showing at 5:30, so I recorded the two shows this morning. One was a very good Halloween episode but the second was a singing and dancing episode that makes me happy to be alive. I might have to keep this tape.

Gah. Another obsession. Is there room in my head? And if there isn't, what gets removed? Or is obsession like love in the respect that the more you feel the more there is? That's a frightening thought. Obsession is the darker side of love, the fear side of love. The need to collect and hoard and be the owner of something/one.

Now I feel happy to be alive and dirty.

Things are back to normal.

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