Happy, happy birthday to mrmonkeybottoms!!!!! I wish I had some witty quip or scary-evil link or high-larious picture to offer up, but I'm just not that cool, so the abundance of exclamation points is the best I can do.

So far today I have accomplished:

1. Squat

No, not really. I worked out, and that's something, right? And I wrote to my friend Chad, who'd better write me back before he takes off for the weekend or else I'll ... well, I'll pout. And I sat here staring at the screen and pondering my latest response to the latest DL plot debate, but I haven't actually responded yet. Those of you reading this who are in a position to do so, please go toss in your two cents so that we can get this chapter done and get the ball rolling again.

I just remembered that I really need to make invitations for my sister's baby shower before I work on anything else, so I can get those sent out, because it'll be here before we know it and I don't want to have to do last minute phone invitations. So now I have to find baby shower appropriate pictures that aren't too cutesy that'll come out well on my printer and an appropriate font that is neither too precious nor evil (I tend to favor evil fonts). I don't even know how many people we're inviting yet. My mom's supposed to be sorting that out.

Took some time out earlier to watch "Rm w/ a Vu" with the commentary. Finding out that Jane E. originally wanted to use Angel's first entrance into Cordy's new apartment to mock the inconstencies of the vampire rules of the Jossverse but then they made her change it to something less blatant makes me feel better about Angel getting in on a pre-invite. Because I obsess over these things. Because I'm a fangirl, and that's what we do. If you haven't figured that out yet by now, well, you must be new here. Hi. I'm Jean. I'm a Buffyholic. Nice to meet you.