I am typing this by slumping forward until my face hits the keyboard and jolting awake repeatedly.
Ah, coming home from work to a nice pile of feedback makes me feel all warm and perky. You guys rock at the making me feel better after a crappy day at work thing. :)
I still haven't seen this week's Project Runway, because I'm a dope who can't remember to set a VCR and can't afford Tivo. I'm definitely going to make sure I set it tonight so that I can watch it tomorrow morning, and it's not like I don't already know what happened because I'm a total spoiler whore, but still. *grumbles* At the very least, thank God Bravo reruns the damn thing a million and a half times. (And don't think I won't watch it a million and a half times like I've done with all of the other episodes. This season is like hardcore crack, y'all.)
For the record, I am totally not thinking of slashing Jensen Ackles and/or Jared Padalecki with Daniel Vosovic. Nope, not at all. (And it's not even a matter of whether or not they'd be compatible or have chemistry, because Daniel's like Sayid. The man could have chemistry with any random stranger off the street, a mitten, a wheel of cheese, my chinchilla, or a mailbox. He's that good.) I blame
iphignia939 for saying she could slash him with anyone, and if she can, so can I, and those would be my first choices because HELLO.
I feel the urge to write more Supernatural fic today, but I already gave myself enough problems not getting ready for work yesterday until late because I was too busy writing 'Tis A Gift To Be Simple, My Ass. On the other hand, my brain demands more Sam/Jess fic. GYAH.
Oh, and hey, Veronica Mars and Supernatural writers! I know you're around here, goofballs. Go sign up for
remixredux. You know you want to, and the deadline's today, I believe. *pokes you all* And I want you to, because those are the fandoms I want to remix in, damn it.
Coherent early-morning thoughts are my sworn enemy. I fight dirty and I fighzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I still haven't seen this week's Project Runway, because I'm a dope who can't remember to set a VCR and can't afford Tivo. I'm definitely going to make sure I set it tonight so that I can watch it tomorrow morning, and it's not like I don't already know what happened because I'm a total spoiler whore, but still. *grumbles* At the very least, thank God Bravo reruns the damn thing a million and a half times. (And don't think I won't watch it a million and a half times like I've done with all of the other episodes. This season is like hardcore crack, y'all.)
For the record, I am totally not thinking of slashing Jensen Ackles and/or Jared Padalecki with Daniel Vosovic. Nope, not at all. (And it's not even a matter of whether or not they'd be compatible or have chemistry, because Daniel's like Sayid. The man could have chemistry with any random stranger off the street, a mitten, a wheel of cheese, my chinchilla, or a mailbox. He's that good.) I blame
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I feel the urge to write more Supernatural fic today, but I already gave myself enough problems not getting ready for work yesterday until late because I was too busy writing 'Tis A Gift To Be Simple, My Ass. On the other hand, my brain demands more Sam/Jess fic. GYAH.
Oh, and hey, Veronica Mars and Supernatural writers! I know you're around here, goofballs. Go sign up for
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Coherent early-morning thoughts are my sworn enemy. I fight dirty and I fighzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.