too...much...coffee...

well, harrypotter.com has decided to make it impossible to download the trailer, so I'm stuck streaming it with my puny little connection :-( Can barely make out a thing and there's no Snape...

Last night I dreamt I had to take Spike to my formal and was scared because I knew that Mrs Jones would ask me what his phone number was - because, obviously, he didn't have one. That'll teach me for consuming large amount of (legal) drugs before Buffy and bed.

Dreamt should so not be a word.

Life is a very complex thing to you. You don't understand why there's hate, when we should all love each other. Most things bring you pain, slow painful emotional pain. You know someday you'll unlock the secrets of the universe, but right now all you want to do is lay down and think for awhile. Try not to cry.

blah blah. I'm so deep!

Wie hört man sich das denn an? (well, the literal translation goes to pot but it's still fitting...)

And wahey! Pretentious too! :-P