I'm well aware of my stellar history with guys and no, I don't see fat grandchildren in the offing with Spike. But I don't think that really matters right now. You know, in the midst of all this insanity, a couple of things are actually starting to make sense. And the guy thing? I always feared there was something wrong with me. You know, because I couldn't make it work. But maybe I'm not supposed to. [Not because I'm the slayer.] Because -- okay. I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I'm going to turn out to be. I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m-- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie-me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
