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It's nice to be home, in that I have my own shower and I get Telemundo so I can watch Caso Cerrado (! Nothing is better than what boils down to Judge Judy in Spanish. Only Ana Maria Polo is a hundred times cooler than any American judge could ever be.) and I have my dog and my own nice room. The bad part about being home is that I'm... well. Home. And that's it, there's no going back up to Gainesville until school starts again.

Octavius got neutered yesterday and so now he has a phonograph hat on becaue he is stupid and all but licked out his stitches. He is very, very cute.

Also, I didn't think it was possible, but I miss eating out all the time. Having to fix stuff for myself here is bizarre.

I watched the first three episodes of season six of Buffy and I am not too thrilled. I am pleased with how they're handling Buffy coming back from the dead, and that she told Spike that she was in heaven, because omg love Spike, aaaand I got to hear my favorite speech of all time from that show.

The Alias ficathon is due soon and I don't even have the slightest clue of what to do. Dooooom.