Poker Face

I have two go-to stress relievers when I’m freaking the fuck out. Lots and lots of video game hours, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer – “Once More with Feeling.” Lemur may not recognize the video game as one of my tells, but when I have to sing along with Buffy, Spike, and all the rest, that’s a pretty good indicator that I’m losing my shit.

Y’all, I’m losing my shit.

It’s okay. By this time last year, I had watched “Once More with Feeling” five times between my birthday and PrideFest, and I even sang along with Tara and Giles, my two least favorite songs. So far, I’ve only watched it once, on my birthday, and I skipped those songs. See? I’m going to be fine. 

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s rainbow-colored and glorious. But damn, getting there is a bitch.

I feel like I could play Texas Hold ‘Em with the World Series of Poker champions and bluff them all. The scary thing is, if I’m this calm, you know I’ve flipped my humanity switch for the next two weeks and I don’t feel anything. 

Oh, Damon killed my little brother and burned my house down? Whatevs.

Lady Gaga and I will see you on the other side: