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*cleans glasses*

*a lot*

Yesterday afternooon, I went out and walked around downtown Cleveland. The older district is actually rather nice, and has some wonderful used book stores and vintage music shops. As I was browsing through some old records, a young woman came up and began talking to me about The Who; I suppose I appeared knowledgable about the subject ( Read more... )

I just hung up the phone with Olivia, and I must say my phone bill next month will be rather large. I've been calling her each night around this time in order to wake her up for her days. She tells me that my voice is somewhat better than an alarm clock, which I suppose I'd have to agree with.

Xander is apparently returning from his time in ( Read more... )

Let's try this again, shall we?

I have returned to Cleveland. Again.

Some of you may recall that my last entry got cut short, although I was not unconscious, nor in a coma. I was, as it turns out, the victim of unsupervised magicks. While I am pleased that Colleen is taking an active interest in magick, I wish Willow would keep a closer eye ( Read more... )

I have just arrived back in Cleveland. The flight was fairly inconsequential, although I am thoroughly exhausted now ( Read more... )

Our Green Friend is still here, awaiting word from Angel and his group in Los Angeles. I don't know what is taking them so long, but we would like our answers. While I do admit this chap seems less than murderous, we do still have a rash of deaths on our hands, and this must be solved. Vi has been out looking for alternate possibilities, and ( Read more... )

Yesterday I finally got tired of sitting and simply researching, while more and more people were murdered by this green monster. I sent Bridget and Vi (who arrived yesterday to help with this demon) out to locate and bring him in. I told them to try not to kill the demon, just bring him in for some questioning ( Read more... )

This blasted machine took its own bloody time to work properly. Which, of course, lends credence to my statements that the written word is still far superior to the typed one. Even I must admit, however, that this certainly reaches a broader audience ( Read more... )

I've spent the past 2 weeks trailing whatever green demon it is that Bridget sighted in Ireland. No matter what I did, the demon always seemed one step ahead of me. I would come to each new place and find only reports of a brief encounter, but never the actual demon. The word frustrating really does not begin to summarize it ( Read more... )

I've been incredibly busy with the Council ever since my return from Rome. I missed several important meetings, apparently, and had to be caught up. The restructuring of the Council is still a cause of heated debate amongst the elder Members. For instance, the question of whether each Slayer still has one Watcher has been debated endlessly. It ( Read more... )