Today was the first day of my Practicum; it went reasonably well. My supervisor had a couple meetings she had to go to, so I went with her to one, and then worked while she was at the other one. I got the key code to the faculty area, which she didn't think she could give me, owing to security issues. I'm glad I got it, since I don't want to have to page her everytime I have to go to the lavatory.

Further evidence that my supervisor may be pretty cool: she has a Buffy poster from the ALA on her door. I would mention it to her, but I don't know if it's wise to geek-out quite that much this early in our professional relationship.

Speaking of geekage, I've been watching Angel Season 4 on DVD the past few days. Keeping in mind the problems (why is everyone surprised when Cordelia is pregnant? She had been noticeably larger for each episode preceding it), it's the season that got Julie and I seriously addicted. It helped that at the same time BtVS had become overburdened with sassy young grrrrls who were about as interesting as any given character on Seventh Heaven, squandering one of the strongest starts to any of the Buffy seasons, and the show stumbled gracelessly to its conclusion. As Buffy became, well, bad, Angel became wonderful, producing an incredibly taut season that put the older show to shame. Watching it now, it loses the excitement I originally felt watching it as it originally aired; it got so that every Wednesday night, I would fix dinner for us after I got home from work, Julie would get home from her aerobics class at the community center around 8:20 PM, and by the time the show was on, we would be eating yogurt soup with homemade gulab juban (look ma! I made paneer!) for dessert, red curry with vegetables on rice, mulligatawny soup, French toast with real maple syrup and vegetarian sausages (my private protest against all that bruhaha over "Freedom Toast"), or turkey sandwiches with chutney and fried pineapple -- all of them I got from a cookbook. Thanks to Angel Season 4, I'm not only a better cook: I'm a better person.

Tomorrow I have to go out to eat with my folks at the Renaissance Center; it's my Mom's birthday, and she wanted to go to the recently re-opened restaurant at the top of that building. Evidently, it no longer revolves. I should probably buy her a present; a 5$ gift certificate to Sears, perhaps? Anyways, that means I can't go watch bad movies with Julie, Mike and Michelle tomorrow, as has been our habit lately. Sorry, guys!

Song: Marva Whitney, "What Do I Have to Do to Prove My Love to You?"