Just... oh, sod it. I can't pretend I'm not all manner of depressed anymore. It's all gotten to me and seems a bit too much to handle. If anyone actually needs me for the purposes of beating someone up, killing something, or engaging in a battle of some kind, ring me up at my flat.

Tossed someone's laptop out window in his absence. Realised too late that necrotempered glass shattering is a bad thing. Burnt hand. Got drunk. Slept.

Bad day.

Angel is leaving for some bloody business trip tomorrow, so I'm endeavouring to take it upon myself to use his time away for some activities I haven't had the opportunity to engage in for a while. With everything going on as of late, been right depressed and not feeling quite like my old self. Think if I remedy that for a spell, might do me a world ( Read more... )

Haven't done this sort of thing in a few weeks, but I went out and took the piss out of a few roaming vampires last night. Weren't even threatening anybody, which might make my actions seem a trifle on the mercenary side, but I don't really care at present. Whole bloody world's seemed off and wrong ever since Fred got taken over by her "wacky ( Read more... )

I'm sticking 'round 'cause I swear there's got to be a way out of this, save the world from the likes of this Illyria bint, and Fred...

... she would've wanted me to stay.

It's going to be bad, children. Best be prepared.

Pilot announced we're closer to LA now. Said it shouldn't be much longer than...

Eight hours.

Something's all manner of mucked up.

Bloody stupid hobbits.

Yes, we're still on the sodding plane. Suddenly glad I wasn't actually at my flat to watch this most dismaying ceremony.

I thought the flight back to LA was only s'posed to take four hours. Been on the bleedin' plane all night, we have.

No. God, no.

You know, I've heard the rumblings that Fred's got herself ensconced with somebody, and I can't say I'm... er, well, I feel rather ambivalent about the whole affair, to be honest. If I thought she'd confide in me, might be tempted to swing 'round and ask her what the devil's goin' on, but I rather suspect she'd not appreciate me sticking my nose in ( Read more... )