Xander

I'm still upset about Xander's eye. It's just so wrong. Willow's the one who winds up in the hospital bed, not Xander.

I'm still waiting for them to kill off Kennedy. I hate her most of all, though the rest of the Slayettes are, on the whole, shaping up to be whimp-ass whiners worthy of an even more thorough ass-kicking than Caleb gave 'em last week.

On the reality front: I'm supposed to be a writing tutor this afternoon. I'm very much freaking out. I'm trying to comfort myself by reminding myself that many first-time teachers get the jitters, but it doesn't help. Someone, please, wish me good luck.