Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Dear Buffy,

Hey... Feeling so lost and listless right now. Like without a direction. That's a good thing about being a slayer (and/or a comedian sometimes) you feel like you have a real purpose. Whenever you could have given up, you knew you had to keep saving the world, because it was your calling. I just feel so weak and unfunny that I feel like maybe this isn't my calling. Maybe I'm just not cut out for it. Maybe they can make a robot Babs to live my life for me and I could go hide in a cave or secret house like you did a couple months ago in the comic. What if they already did make a robot Babs? What if I AM the robot Babs but I'm programmed to think I'm the real Babs? ... Oh, no!

love ya, B!

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