Well, kiss a pig. I looked at my Marriage & Family syllabus again tonight to see which chapters are on Monday's test and realized that I have a five page paper due this week. Doesn't say which day, just says this week. I'm pretty sure I have until Wednesday, 'cause, test on Monday. And I have another test Thursday in History & Systems -- another big, scary essay test that I'm totally unprepared for.

Sigh.

The paper shouldn't be that hard to knock out, though, and Monday's test won't be hard, so all I've got to do for that is actually read the text. Only one more chapter to go on that.

A week of hanging around the house in sweats and jammies left me feeling the need to feel pretty and to get out of the house, so I got around and took my textbook to Borders and had myself a nice grande caramel latte while I studied. I promised myself that if I got through 2 chapters while there that I could spend $20 before I left, which I did on both counts. Took a while to decide what I wanted, but I came away with three CDs from the 3 for $25 table -- Ella Fitzgerald, The Best of the Song Books: The Ballads; Fiona Apple, When the Pawn, and Jeff Beck, Truth, which is rather disappointing because I apparently had a brain fart and thought I was bringing home some Jeff Buckley -- and These Our Actors by Ashley McConnell and Dori Koogler. I figure if I want to write a Buffy tie-in novel, then I should read some. This one had Spike on the cover. I'm so easy. Anyway, I realized that was quite a bit more than $20, but as often as I don't buy music and considering the bargain, I managed to justify it.

I may or may not have seen Brit Boy in the cafe. He got up and left before I could get a good look at him. I actually got up too, determined to determine if it was really him and to actually talk to him if it was (I even had a legitimate, school-related question), but I turned around to put my mug in the bin and when I turned back he was gone. I didn't find him again. I'm just going to assume it wasn't really him and stop torturing myself over it. I did, however, see two other people from my classes, so apparently that Borders is a popular destination for the RSU SBS department. I realize 3 (or possibly 4) students converging there doesn't really make it count as "popular, but seeing as how that's the only place I've ever run into any of these people off campus, it's close enough. Maybe if I start going there regularly again one of these days I really will run into Brit Boy.

On the drive in I thought up a theory about the sudden spike (no pun intended -- okay, maybe a little) in Spuffy fic after GiD. I mean, the coat, sure. Rowr. But I think perhaps the dearth of fic this season has been in part because we weren't so sure about his characterization anymore. Is he schizo and delusional? Is he broody and self-tortured? Is he shy and sweet and occasionally snarky? Which is it? But then he put on the coat, and suddenly, hey! We know this guy! We can write him! Or maybe not. It made more sense to me in the car.

I should go find and print an article over which to write my paper. Bleah.