Dry like plain toast

You'd think I have nothing to say about the past few days, but you'd be wrong.
But it is late, and I'm tired, as I always am when I sit down to write, so I'll sum up.

Sunday was painting, my car battery dying, and a good day of D&D. RIP, Fug.
Monday was the return to the gym, a long and semi-productive VHS meeting, a delicious sushi dinner, a backrub, and a good Angel episode.
Tuesday was a Buffy episode that started out horrible, and ended amazingly. All the plot motions and character introspection I thought was lacking was addressed. Warren is an evil little bitch. There was also painting and narrowing down which army I'll take to the Grand Tounrnament next month.

Tomorrow I think I'll try to write more during the day, in between calls. Especially since most of the evening will involve me being fantastic at ManRay. Whoops, gettin' a little Stevie D in there... there could be worse things.

Thanks to Atalanta and Spriggan, who've both mentioned getting the new cEvin Key album. Nice one, yeah?