I am having an unusually fabulous day so far. It actually started with me waking up from a making-out-with-Spike dream, which is amazing all by itself because if Ido ever have those, I never remember. Usually I have to sit by in envy while my friends relay their sexy Spike dreams, wondering why my subconscious hates me so much.

I still don't recall a whole lot of detail, but I remember the important bits. I was Buffy, natch -- even in my dreams I just can't conceive of Spike wanting to be with anybody else, even if it's me -- and we were having some kind of post-patrol, pre-dawn picnic. Either I'd had too much wine, or some demon had done something to me to make me feel and act drunk (or both -- it kept going back and forth). I decided to tell Spike I loved him, but he wouldn't let me get it out because he didn't believe me and thought it was the wine/spell talking, which just broke my heart and pissed me off. So I got up and started stumbling around and issuing a hiccupy rant about how anybody who can't see that I'm in love with him or can't deal with that fact is a complete ass-tard (thanks ever so much to sally for introducing that word into my vocabulary), including him. He just watched me all bemused until I tripped and started to fall on my face, then he jumped up and caught me, swept me up, and kissed me. Then we made out until my alarm went off and I woke up.

Being so amazed that I had such a dream and actually remembered it for once made the whole waking up process a bit easier, so I actually got out of bed on time. My whole morning routine went smoothly, there were no pet messes to clean up, no mom catching me in the kitchen while getting my coffee to ask me to play tech support, no Fizzgigg deciding he wanted to stay outside and play instead of doing his business and coming right back inside. Even my hair was cooperative, and as such I'm having a great hair day. So I made it to my 9 AM class on time for the first time this semester and didn't have to scramble to find a seat. Then, I asked what we did last Monday, because I skipped that day, and was informed that he was sick and we didn't have class that day. Then! He came in and informed us that from now on we'll only be meeting every other Monday. Whoo!

Hopefully my great morning will lend itself to a great day. I still have to grab some lunch and head to Tulsa for my internship, and who knows how that will go. Those kids are as unpredictable as it gets. Then between there and home I have to stop off at Wal-Mart, which is bound to take some of the shine off my shiny mood. And tonight I have to do a lot of reading, so I'll probably not have time to work on my novel, so phooey for that. But at least my morning was fab. Can't take that away from me.