( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I have to be honest, teaching English is not cutting it. I spent years working for The Company and risking my life on a near daily basis and as much as I enjoy teaching English, it's certainly not the least bit thrilling. With the exception of the giant wasp that was in my classroom that one time. The only time I ever fire a gun anymore is if there are zombies or gremlins or when I go to the shooting range and I feel incredibly rusty when I do use it.

Then I can't help but feel useless when it comes to my children. I spent so many years doing whatever it took to protect Claire and Lyle and now they're grown up and Claire is married and they don't need me to protect them anymore, but anytime one of them or the kids are in any sort of trouble I automatically go into protection mode. Something as small as Meri having trouble with Chomper and I'm out the door and on my way to their house.

I simply don't know what to do with myself anymore. At least when Ellen was here, I had someone to talk to when I went to The Roadhouse, but now I just sit at the end of the bar, toss back a drink or two then go home.

Hey, Pepper.

I'm sorry I'm a jackass.

Can we be friends again now? Because everything kind of sucks. And I could use someone who's demonstrated an aptitude for kicking my ass into shape.

I know this started out weird. Slayers really shouldn't be with vampires and all that.

Here goes:

I love Spike.

I'm really tired of people asking if I'm sure about him. I am. There, K.