I broke down and bought the "Once More With Feeling" soundtrack today, mainly because Terrence said Joss's liner notes were funny. And he was right. That, and finally getting to clearly hear the last line of the Parking Ticket song made it money well spent. Plus the centerfold has several shots of James being directed by Joss, and they caught the poor guy (James, that is) with some truly goofy looks on his face. Hee!

In other news ... nothing particularly remarkable happened today. Went to class, went to my internship, everybody behaved, Sis didn't have to take anybody to the carpet, went to St. Louis Bread for coffee, dinner and to study for Wednesday's adolescent psych test. Whee. Oh, and then Wal-Mart, where the security strip from Barnes & Noble that was still on my OMWF CD in my purse set off the door alarm as I went in, so that was fun. But the door greeter just scratched his head and then deactivated it for me, and that was that. If this were the kind of blog where I engage in navel gazing introspection and self-analysis I'd tell you about all of the deeply depressing thoughts that woke me up in the middle of the night re: my still woefully single status, but this isn't that kind of blog, so I'll refrain. Count yourself lucky, buck-o.

Oh, and last night's Angel? Rocked the casbah. That is all.