So, Halloween weekend went well, had an all-nighter party at church, all fun, but the scariest part of the weekend came afterwards. It was Saturday, and after I'd gotten a few hours' rest, I went with my father and sister to run some errands. At the library, I checked out the Te-Tao Ching, The Tao of Pooh, and a DVD set that would eventually prove my undoing. That evening, I put in the first disc and sealed my fate. The DVD in question was the first season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Now, 24 hours and 12 episodes later, I can look back and say that I'm bitten (stupid pun intended). Add one more to the body count, Buffy has another victim in me (although, quite frankly, Willow has it all over Buffy, but that's a different rant).