They're microwaving a hand on "CSI Miami."

Well, whatever floats your boat, I guess. (Yes, I know it's CSI Miami. It's like a bad parody of a real crime show! And yet, I'm watching.)

So I want a new used car, which means I'm going to have to ask around and find out if there's a used car place around here that will work with you even if you say, "My credit's so bad the bank won't even let me borrow a pen." Because really, it's ridiculously bad. I know of one place that'll work with you no matter how bad your credit is, but I'd rather chew glass than go there. All I hear about that place is that they hold your kitten for ransom to make sure you make your payments or whatever. *sigh*

I really need to finish my NaNo stuff if only so that I can write fanfic again. Whatever are the Winchesters doing without me, other than not dying to turn the other into a giant quivering pile of angst cookies?

To everybody who wrote me about my holiday wishlist: I swear I'll get back to you, I've just been really busy lately with NaNo and when I get distracted, my email suffers first.