I'll spare the poor reader the truthful tragic tale of the trials and tribulations ^(tm) of me getting done the paperwork for my new (used) car.

Let's just say that it's a Opel Corsa, mint-green, 60 PS, with air-conditioning system (wheeee!), and that it's a good thing I hadn't planned to go on vacation this year since I don't think I'd have the necessary money to do so... after this little stunt. Well.

And somehow I'm having the blues today, don't ask me why. Watching episode 6.20 of "Buffy" didn't exactly improve my mood, either. I should have guessed Joss Whedon wasn't done with us, and that Warren would think of a way to get his revenge that a) worked and b) proved the new, realistic, itty-gritty feeling the show has acquired as of recently. By now, everyone can freely admit that it's no longer a kid's series. Dark, dark, very dark. Great. <sigh>

Plus, I'm currently reading Violette's stories in the Mag7 Gen archive. Not exactly helpful either, but very well written and captivating. See, I'm still addicted to hurting Ezra -- but this time, it's emotionally and not bodily. Much more effective.