They put the spark in me....

Bod, I'd say it's about time for that drinking night we mentioned, yeah? If you've any little friends especially of the female persuasion that you'd like to bring along, don't hesitate. Being the skulking lurker is getting old.

I'm almost tempted to say that even Sunnydale was more exciting than this place. Then again, that apocalypse in Los Angeles probably skewed my perceptions a bit.

Summertime makes me wish I still had the Gem of Amara. This whole "lurking in the shadows" business gets more and more difficult to do when the shadows are scarce.

Anyone old-fashioned enough to still have fun at night, or are all of you frolicking in the sunlight, having picnics and doing other "wholesome" nonsense?

I finally rigged up a machine that'll work long enough for me to check up on you lot here in cyberspace, which is rather quite useful, as the local library doesn't have much in the way of late-night hours. I just need some place to juice it up every so often, which I don't imagine should be much of a problem.

It's been a while since I've been out on my own, away from evil lawyers or world-saving twenty-somethings. I was beginning to think I've lost my touch. Happily, I was wrong.

So what's new and exciting, then, eh? Anything evil popped up yet?

For those of you curious sorts, I hate this time of year. The weather gets warmer (not that it does me much good), a young man's fancy turns every which way (again, not as though that has much of an effect on the likes of me, not being young anymore and all), and the sun decides to stay up about three or four hours longer than it should. All of that puts me in a rather nasty mood and means that I'm forced indoors with no one to take it out on.

I should see about meeting more punching bags  loose women  friends.

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I suppose it says something when the entire town turns into snot-nosed brats, and I hardly noticed any sort of difference in my own behavior. Before people start making fun in regards to my maturity levels, I didn't go back that far. Just far enough.

Incidentally, if you were among the ones who got a stern talking-to or a poetry recital lecture of some sort, serves you right for being out and about while the world's going crazy. Everyone knows that the right place to be when insanity is creeping in is perched right by the telly, with a revolver or wooden stake not too far away, just in case.

A certain Slayer's birthday is coming up. If it's all the same to everyone, she'd probably like to ignore it, as the world tends to try to end as she grows another year older. If it were up to me, I'd see that as even more incentive to throw a raucous party. I'd like to see something interesting around here that doesn't involve me regressing in age or getting impaled as I rescue nutters from killer earthquakes.

If there's an evil in this town accounting for all the crazy, I'd like it to be a tangible evil. Preferably one with breakable bones and spillable blood.

Speaking of blood, I'm off for a drink.

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When the Christians take the pagan celebration of the solstice and claim it for themselves, they're not kidding around. If I had to watch one more smarmy Christmas special before the 25th decided to roll around, I would've considered giving my soul back and being evil again. At least then I wouldn't be haunted by those stupid morals that some bearded fat bloke advertises.

Speaking of pagans and such, where's Red? Haven't seen the little witchlet about in a few.

And for that matter, a certain blonde Slayer's been mighty quiet lately, too. Not that my ears mind the rest from chittering female voices, but I'm not noticing any difference between living here and living in a mausoleum. And I should know.

I've been floating through this Nowheresville for a few months now, and I've not seen a demon worth roughing up in all that time. This sort of bollocks makes eternal life seem boring.

I've lived in simple abodes most of my life (except for that one time where I haunted an evil and prosperous law firm, but that was a one-time gig). So all of this nonsense about "matching furniture" and the like? It's just a little beyond my realm of expertise, you know.

The bad thing about this bloody vampire constitution is that I can't even get myself properly blitzed when I need an escape. Buffy, I request that we pick up a Playstation for the flat, unless you fancy bringing me back from over the edge once more. Though I wouldn't mind if Red wants to numb my brain a bit with physics talk [deleted]though it might remind me too much of Fred[/deleted].
 

I've been on the mend after getting myself slightly impaled during that bloody earthquake. I don't suppose this would provide me with a feasible excuse to ignore the incredibly stupid tradition of dressing myself up for that party this weekend, would it? It really should, since I'm already a deadly creature of the night and all.

I hear that quite a bit of new people have stumbled into this town recently. Nice to see I'm not the only broken fool to have ended up on this side of the continent.

My hotel room is getting boring. It's cloudy today, so I suppose I can work on finding myself a spot of excitement, if I put my mind to it.

... I am not getting myself all tarted up for Halloween. It's an overrated holiday that makes me feel like the star freak in a circus, and was traditionally the one night of the year where no one'd fault me if I decided to lay back and catch up on my television shows instead of going out and, y'know, be evil and whatnot.

So before anyone gives me a poke and prod about my costume, I figured I'd shoot that bird before it took flight. Or some other sort of appropriately violent metaphor.

I've been having interesting run-ins with the ladies since I've arrived in town. Not all of them for the better, either. If not for the fact that I know better, I'd claim that I have next to no luck with them at all.


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Buffy, Harris: I've stumbled across someone that I think deserves a visit from old mates. She's probably too tired for a proper outing, but if the both of you are free this afternoon, I won't be attempting another daytime trip. Come by my room, and keep an open mind. Though if I have to tell either of you that, you're even more 'round the bend than I am.

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This town gets more bizarre with every passing day. Lovely place for me to settle in the attempt to regain my marbles.

According to the almanac, the sun should've set a few minutes ago. Still seeing a bit of red on the horizon. Wouldn't ordinarily be a problem, except there's not much in the way of coverage near the hotel and I don't fancy myself jogging from tree to tree until that bastard Phoebus takes off for the night.

Now that we're not all paying homage to Fosse, I'm thinking I might be able to start moving on a bit. Still not 100%, but I'm doing better than the quivering mess I was a few nights ago. Part of me almost doesn't want to move on, but that's going into more philosophy and psychology than I care to relate.

Funny. Ran off and thought that I'd isolate myself, only to come here and run into familiar faces... among other various body parts. I'd think that I should still be adjusting, but it doesn't seem like there's much to adjust to. Feels right, in some ways. Don't wanna risk getting too comfortable, though. That's when the crazy comes back.

Since I'm restless and Apollo's finally taking a snooze, don't need to be wasting my time on this box anymore. Though it is fun seeing how many nutters there are out there in cyberspace who make me look like a monk.