Last night I had a dream that James Marsters (actually he was Spike, but he wasn't a vamp) and I were homeless orphans and living in his car. The floorboard was covered with silver change. I kept thinking "we could use all that money to get a place to live." We ended up moving into an orphanage (for adults?) where the guy in charge hated us and constantly gave us a hard time. Little Orphan Spike? All that was lacking was some musical numbers. I was bummed about the whole arrangement. I wanted to move back into the car. Spike liked it, even though they made us take math and history classes. He wore goggles around his neck the entire time. They didn't mesh with his leather coat at all.

The moral: I am watching WAY too much television. Buffy is on every day but Sunday. Help.