By the by, I'm still sick, but I have better drugs now than I did yesterday, so at least I'm functional. We got the nephew all graduated, and I got to meet his band, Last Exit, an enormously cute bunch of little boys, whom I still have yet to hear play. I'm told they're very good. I'm also told I'll be informed of the location and date of their next gig, but I think I was lied to. Anyway. My little baby nephew is a high school graduate. Hi. I'm old.

During the ceremony I couldn't help thinking how cool it would be if the speaker turned into a giant snake and the kids all busted out with weapons they'd kept hidden beneath their robes. Then I decided that perhaps it would be best if that sort of thing remained within the confines of the Buffy-verse, and I went back to reading my book. Yes, I took a book to my nephew's graduation. Don't give me that look. I'd have taken a book to my own graduation if I could have gotten away with it. 1984, if you must know. It was both more educational and more entertaining than the speech.

Since I was at my nephew's graduation, I did not watch Voyager last night. I'll watch it when it re-airs this Sunday. So please don't e-mail me to ask me if I watched it and then spoil it for me. Thank you.