Dear Diary,

I have come to the conclusion that Sunnydale is the product of the Universe's grand scheme to squick me completely out of my mind.

My crossbow got left out on the back porch after training this afternoon. I'm getting better. Really. But when I went out to pick the bow up and put it away, stupid, klutzy me knocked it off the steps. I know, I had no business leaving a bolt in an unattended crossbow. But I didn't know it would shoot the bolt if it fell.

Spike says _he_ didn't do it, that he didn't know it could be done. Not even Giles knew.

Giles says not to feel bad, that Miss Kitty Fantastico was already dead. What happened just allowed her poor little body to return to the state it should have been in.