***May 4***

Travers called today. He was surprised when Giles answered the phone. I was still in bed. I've been sleeping later and later, though no one has mentioned it yet. It seems that the Counsel wants me to keep a detailed account of my sickness, and my emotional state, for as long as I am able to. Of course, Giles didn't tell Travers what we were planning. So, I'll just have to keep a slightly more detailed diary from now on. Although I think the Counsel will probably burn it for heresy when they read it.

When Angel and I patrolled earlier tonight, we finally talked. He told me that he had thought about turning me before now, but never really as a plan. I admitted to him that I was seriously considering having him turn me. That I didn't think I could leave everyone again. Ok, yeah, I'd never be able to sunbathe or check my outfit in the mirror, but I'd be able to stay with Angel forever, plus I could still protect Sunnydale. Angel seemed like he was going to tell me something just as a slime demon tackled me. Angel killed it in a matter of moments, but our conversation window had passed. Oh, well. Now he knows how I feel. Now I know how I feel. I decided right there to go ahead and have Angel turn me.