Business is business. Just got in from dismembering a Elkoin demon for a client. Hope the acid comes out of this coat.

Off to see if I can get to bed without waking Cordy up.

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Flowers, check.

Godiva, check.

Very pretty and very expensive dress, check.

Willingness to grovel . . . check.

Here goes nothing. Let's hope I'm still here tomorrow and not out floating around the ether somewhere.

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There's something going on here I'm not aware of. Can't decide if it's Cordelia being Cordelia or if there's more going on than that.

In other news, our invisible houseguest still isn't speaking. No surprise there.

Current Mood: brooding

Cordelia and I's two-month anniversary was on the 20th. Went well enough, Morrigan's suggestions notwithstanding. Hard to believe it's only been two months. It's been a long, strange trip.

Dennis is starting to put Halloween decorations everyone. Think it's a hint. If he expects me to pass out candy to trick or treaters, he's got another think coming.

We still have an invisible hostage in our office. Lately I've been trying to play the quiet game with them, seeing if they'll crack. Been catching up on some back reading. Cyrano de Bergerac is the book of the week. Nothing much is having an effect, though. If things don't change soon I think it'll be time to try . . . other tactics.

Current Mood: brooding

I've found our mysterious guest. Now it's time to have a chat with her . . . him . . . it.

This should be fun.

Current Mood: broody

Slow lately, after that thing with Connor. Don't like writing when there's nothing going on. It gets boring. How many different ways can I say "there's nothing going on"?

People are reporting hearing footsteps, food missing, things like that though. That's kinda odd. I'd say Dennis, but everyone's used to him by now. I heard something like whispering earlier today, but could have been the wind. Or vermin. Ought to call an exterminator.

Things To Do
- Figure out what's going on.
- If it's rats, call exterminator.
- Grocery shopping. (Need more coffee. It's been going awfully fast lately.)

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Well, score one for good parenting.

Went out last night after talking to Amy and who did I find but Connor. Good thing, right? Yeah, might have been, if I hadn't found him with another dead body. Never a good sign. So of course what did I do but open my big mouth and start yelling at him. Everything I'd been feeling -- all the worry, all the anger -- it just all came out. I didn't even let him get a word in edgewise.

I can't believe I did that. Normally, I wouldn't -- I mean, no matter what's going on, he's still my son and I want to help him. Driving him away like that -- that was . . . I don't know what came over me. But that's just it. Something feels off about this whole situation.

So I've been spending the day with the books. I've found this one demon that might be -- he mentioned something about the girls being something else while he was fighting them -- it gets a charge off violence, inciting violence. Should probably tell the others, get their help with this. It might be -- it's worth a shot.

Current Mood: brooding

Something's fishy here, and I don't like it.

Take one dead body. Blonde girl. Pretty. Young. Add a death under suspicious circumstances. Now toss in the Angel Investigations team investigating and a blurry security tape that shows my son with her body. Add in one suspiciously missing son, and you've got a cocktail of badness that just keeps getting badder.

I don't want to believe it. I thought he was better. But honestly? Things really don't look good right now.

Think I'll try to go find him. Can't hurt at least. I just want to talk.

Current Mood: brooding

It's September, so naturally things are picking back up around here. Have to admit I'm used to the busy season kicking off a little later than this, but I'm adaptable.

First there's the whole Harmony thing. She needs my help, she doesn't need my help. I guess it's expecting a little much of her to make a quick decision.

Morrigan and Turner have been in and out for the past two weeks, emphasis on the out. I've gotten some of the story from Morrigan. Reminds me of some of the things that have happened around here in the past. Enough grief for everyone. It gets around.

And lastly, there's the horde of demonic carpet cleaners I'm working on putting out of business. Had a lady tip me off that there was something fishy about the guys she called "because they were cheaper than Stanley Steemer" -- literally. I would've left them alone -- demons have to make a living somehow -- but they broke in later and kidnapped her daughter, and if there's one thing we don't tolerate around here, it's virgin sacrifices to obscure gods.

Shame I've got to kill them all, because their rates really are quite -- and there's this one room upstairs that could really use . . . forget it.

THINGS TO DO

- Sympathy card for Turner (have Cordelia pick it out; sign it)
- Clean out the cleaners
- Rescue daughter
- Harmony: what is going on there [low priority]
- Important: next week: TiVo CSI

Current Mood: brooding
Current Music: Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer

I don't see why they call it "Labor" Day when the whole point is that nobody works. I mean, shouldn't they technically call it No Labor Day?

Anyway, I gave everyone the day off. Seems to be what they were expecting me to do, anyway. Haven't really made any plans, but I'm sure Cordelia and I can find something to do.

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