The Endless Nights review currently exists as a page full of insightful yet unconnected sentances in my notebook. At some point this morning I will type them up, and hopefully they will follow one another with reasonable style and grace. Is this how real writers do things? Someday I'll have to find one and ask.

I ought to have gotten further on it last night, actually, but I find myself mysteriously unable to sit in front of my home computer for long. I think it has something to do with the lack of a comfy chair. And then, of course, I exercised my complete lack of self-control and went over to Ross and Julie's to watch the Season Premier of Angel.

Then I got home and read this. I have a link to the un-MST'd version as well, but I'm afraid reading it in its full glory, without interference, might end in permanent brain damage. You have been warned.

Angel was good. I think this season will go well; any season with Spike is A Very Good Thing. Which, unfortunately, means I'll have another TV addiction to nurture. I was hoping, after Buffy ended, that my evenings would be free again, but I guess not. I'm probably giving up Alias, though, so I suppose it evens out.