And...more randomness!
Jun. 16th, 2004 01:43 pmSet up an interview for a volunteer opportunity at the Smithsonian this summer. I hope I get the job - I love the Smithsonian, I love working with people, and I love the air conditioning in DC's muggy summers.
I just decided that since I haven't been writing nearly enough lately I'm going to challenge myself. I've created the Buffy 147-day challenge, wherein I write one BtVS 100-word drabble (yes, one for each day she was dead the second time) each day. They won't all necessarily be post-Gift, but the first ones probably will. I'm completely hopeless, I know.
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Tara
Dawn won't talk to us, this first night after. She just sits, staring at something the rest of us can't see, or maybe just staring at the nothingness we all feel.
Spike's gone on a Chinese food mission, though he doesn't eat and none us feels like eating. I think he probably just wants to get out of the house.
I can't blame him.
Willow and Xander are holding on; at least they've stopped crying for now.
Giles.... Giles is devastated.
We try to stay cheery – it's not like we don't want to laugh.
It's just that nothing seems funny.
I just decided that since I haven't been writing nearly enough lately I'm going to challenge myself. I've created the Buffy 147-day challenge, wherein I write one BtVS 100-word drabble (yes, one for each day she was dead the second time) each day. They won't all necessarily be post-Gift, but the first ones probably will. I'm completely hopeless, I know.
<<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>><<<<>>>>
Tara
Dawn won't talk to us, this first night after. She just sits, staring at something the rest of us can't see, or maybe just staring at the nothingness we all feel.
Spike's gone on a Chinese food mission, though he doesn't eat and none us feels like eating. I think he probably just wants to get out of the house.
I can't blame him.
Willow and Xander are holding on; at least they've stopped crying for now.
Giles.... Giles is devastated.
We try to stay cheery – it's not like we don't want to laugh.
It's just that nothing seems funny.