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Well, I have a dress. And a homecoming date. Whose name I don't know. Leave it to me.

Apparently my sister is coming for parents' weekend. The only way to sum that up is with something that sounds like "GIH."

Nothing sang last night, which may have been because the wax lion was traumatized at being kidnapped by a strange blond psycho boy.

But after chasing a kid in my pajamas while hung over (right in the middle of TV time, too!) and losing my sock and having to deal with the polka music from hell, I popped in the widescreen Angel(us)/Buffy!Faith DVD and laughed until I felt better. It was a good time.