The Harlot's Progress

For fuck's sake. People keep stealing CDs off my desk. There was a huge spate of this a few years ago, when I was in a more isolated office (and therefore easier to steal stuff from, as a thief would be less likely to be seen), but now I'm in the newsroom, with people all around. And yet, at least three CDs have disappeared from my desk since yesterday. What's wrong with these kleptos?

I love you, cangetmad (but never fear, my intentions are still honourable)! The Buffy parcel arrived today, and, egged on by the Boy (who kept almost throwing tantrums if I suggested leaving an episode until tomorrow), we watched all four of 'em, and now I've seen every episode except the one that aired this week in the US. I'm dying to discuss, but it's late and I shall save my comments for when I'm less tired. All I shall say is that Andrew is the funniest thing ever, in a tragic, fucked up way. But still. Board. Pipe. Heeeeeeee!