In which there are ten five-second Buffy reviews and not much else.

The only thing I'm doing at present which doesn't involve wallowing in self-pity is watcing Buffy (and attempting to write fic about it, with slim-to-none success). The closest I've got to reviewing any of the episodes is bitching down the phone to amchau, which I confess I've been doing a lot lately.

So, to give my journal some content and my life some context:

( Buffy season 2 episodes, randomly summarised )

I'm going out of my mind, clearly. Would say I want to go home, but, well, I'm already here. Urrrgh.