Consider it a part of my culutral experience.

I have, since my arrival in Japan, seen two full seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Anne and I watched the finale of the fifth season tonight.

(Screen cuts to black and credits roll.)
Me: Well! They must have thought they wouldn't be renewed for another season. [Pause] Are you crying?
Anne: No. [Wiping tears off of red cheeks and swollen eyes.] Why would you think that?

Conclusions: I'm a cold-hearted, cynical bastard. And I want to watch another season of Buffy, dammit. (The cold-hearted bit isn't entirely true. I have that sinking feeling in my stomach, like someone else's mom has just died. Though, I suppose that could be because I'm hungry.)

That was the last episode Anne had with her, too. Makes me sad. Now what I am going to do with the rest of my summer? Mt. Fuji may be pretty, but it just doesn't have much by way of character development.