Today was my first day off after finishing the internship. Yay freedom! And I didn't get any panicky phone calls from the new intern who is now doing my job, which is good. I hope it'll stay that way.

I cut my hair about 20cm/8 inches, which makes it about waist-length. I should do something with my hair one of these days - I'm still playing with the idea of getting dreadlocks - but for now, it's just, you know. A little shorter. And there's still way too much of it.

I have the urge to write fic about Xander where he gets to be the hero. Because everyone's always so damn heroic and good and looking down on him because aw, he's just this cute, not too bright, completely normal guy who's usually the one that gets knocked out first. I want to write fic where Buffy and Giles and Oz and Willow just about choke on their goodness and selflessness and righteousness, and Xander gets to save the day. And I'd probably kill him off in the process just so the rest of the gang can feel really bad about themselves. Because they should.

There's something else that annoys me about the show: this black-and-white perception of good and evil. It's very clear especially in season 3 (which I've finished, btw): demons and non-humans of all kind are okay to kill, no matter if they're menacing, homicidal, or just a mediocre sort of petty and mean. But killing people is a big no-no, even if those people are the worst, most sociopathic killers ever (I'm thinking Faith here). Where's the logic in that?

Will not be around much for the next week, because I'm meeting up with wihluta in a place with limited internet access. You'll hear from me, though :).