Today, I'm sad. Stupid dream.
It was a Buffy dream (surprise, surprise). I was Buffy, but I was dead and a ghost and haunting Spike, Dawn, and Joyce. Turns out I'd died some time in the beginning of S5, and the 3 of them were trying to cope with my being gone. And all I could do was stand around and watch.
So...sad this morning. I'm so irrational.
I'm going to bury myself in the mundane chores of housework this morning to try and shake it. I can't face Christmas morning in Frost with this mood. No way will it be a very merry Christmas if I do.