It was strange, how the minutes dragged on, second by painful second, while the days all seemed to run together. The only reason Buffy knew what day it was, was her job at the Doublemeat. She had to know, otherwise she might come in by mistake on her day off, and God knows she didn’t want to spend any more time at the Doublemeat than was absolutely necessary. Unfortunately, that necessary time seemed to be increasing, as Buffy took on extra shifts to pay the bills. She always kept one day free, though, so she would be forced to know what day it was, to reassure her that weeks were passing by, that she wasn't frozen in time..