Current mood:	cheerful
Current music:	"Bright Lights" -- matchbox 20

Long time no post . . .
So I got the job, but of course, I didn't start work at the school until Tuesday. Unfortunately, I didn't realize this until I was up and dressed first thing Monday morning. (Thanks, Ben. Hee.) So I went back to bed after that. We all had a picnic in the park that afternoon/evening, and it was a lot of fun. (Well, except that Xander wasn't there. He's still out of town. Wonder what's keeping him? Although Ben seemed remarkably at ease without Xander around, so maybe it was of the good he wasn't here.) Mason, Kennedy and Willow's new furry bundle o' joy, kept us all in stitches. And color me surprised: Buffy really seems to have a knack for picnics; who knew that She Who Hangs Out In Graveyards could be so . . . well . . . girly? (No offense, Buff.) I started at the library on Tuesday. It wasn't as overwhelming as I thought it would be. The Watcher's Council library was pretty formidable, considering that Caleb's big boom probably took out a lot of the books they had (except the ones Mr. Giles Winona Rydered). So a high school library didn't really faze me much. Of course, the Watcher's Council also had more . . . uh . . . controversial reading material than My Friend Flicka. This should be a little less challenging than that job. I've been taking Spike's car to work, but I don't think that can last. He's so moody about it, it would almost be less stressful to walk. I put in a call to London, to see if I could persuade the Council to provide me with a vehicle of my very own. They said they'd have to mull it over and get back to me. (I thought about telling them I was using a vampyr's car to get to work, just to put a little fire under their bums, but elected not to.) Buffy's gone now too. She went back to California for the funeral of Phoebe Halliwell. I never met her (I think I may have talked to her on the phone), but Buffy's talked about her before, and she seemed like a nice girl. My heart goes out to her sisters, her husband, and her friends. Buffy didn't really talk about it a lot (at least, not to me), but I could tell she was sad. I hope she's okay. Anyway, I feel the need to go patrol tonight. Anyone want to go with me? (Preferably a Slayer, so I don't get killed. . .) Anyone?