I'm really starting to resent Buffy nights, mainly because of what it does for me the next day at work. Wednesdays are always hell days, and getting through them on four or five hours of sleep is just godawful. And on top of that, tomorrow, bright and early, is one of the two or three most important meetings of the year (and one I'll be running).
So no, I'm not watching the Angel season finale. I'll be falling down in an unconscious heap shortly.
So no, I'm not watching the Angel season finale. I'll be falling down in an unconscious heap shortly.