*sigh*

I think my shitty taste in everything and I are going to go bang our heads against the wall one of these days, honest to God.

In related news, I may get drunk and recap Pulse later. You know, if I can afford alcohol.

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Okay, so laptop cleaned up and packed and FedEx called to arrange for a pickup today. I'm really not looking forward to this withdrawal, even though I've been using ye olde broken desktop for the past couple of days, because there's no way I'm getting the bastard back for about a week.

And I had to leave a note in the box because I forgot to mention to customer service that the CD drive's been randomly popping open and I don't know if they can fix that or not, because I sure as hell can't.

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I'm wavering right now over whether or not I should drop out of spn_harlequin and reel_spn. I mean, I really really want to write both stories, not to mention how bad I feel about dropping out of anything, but at the rate I'm going I'm having a hard enough time writing a damn shopping list, so stories themselves are suffering.

Not to mention the fact that I really want to get back to working on my original fic, which I've been slacking on, and talk about feeling bad about something. The Walking Dead of Wilkes-Barre is halfway done. The third and fourth books are both a quarter of the way done. Really, if I'd just get up off my ass and work, it wouldn't take that long to finish them. Plus, I've got other story ideas floating around in the back of my head that I haven't even gotten to plan out.

I just ... BLARGH. That's how I feel mentally all the time these days (not helped by dead pets, hospitalized relatives, lack of money, and random harshing of squees).

I need a vacation or something and the way it's going now I may not even be able to afford the one time this year I'm planning on doing anything other than sit in my apartment and mope.

Urgh. I think I may go up to my parents' house today and use their new hot tub. God knows I need to relax SOMEHOW.

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My great-uncle went in for a heart catheterization the other day and they've kept him in the hospital so they can do a double bypass. And maybe a triple bypass. Or a quadruple bypass.

*headache gets worse*

O.o

Bush at today's press conference:

"I don't think that it's good policy to allow Congress to make laws or dictate policy in any area outside of funding. I don't think that's good for the country."

ARE YOU REMUS LUPIN FUCKING SERIOUS?

EDIT: For the record, he's talking in the context of the war, which ... seriously, rephrase. Sheesh.

Oh, fandom ...

... about that link to what Sam and Dean really wear.

-- If Sam and Dean are going to invest in anything, a couple hundred dollars on a pair of a good durable boots seems like a real priority from two guys raised by a Marine. You know how long cheap boots last? Not long, that's for damn sure.

-- Speaking as someone who goes to the Salvation Army all the time, it really isn't outside the realm of possibility for them to go in there and find a brand-new pair of never-worn eighty-dollar designer jeans from the Gap for sale. No, really, even in the guys' section. Sure, you have to dig through twenty pairs of jeans you could pitch and hold a circus under and another twenty pairs that went out of style in 1976 and another twenty pairs stained with paint or oil or worse, but having gone through the guys' section for shirts and hoodies guys are just as guilty as women of buying something new, stuffing them in a drawer and completely forgetting they exist.

-- We are remembering it's not their money, right? So even if they were buying them new, the guy whose credit card they're using they can certainly afford it.

-- Dean might not normally shop in a Gap or a Nordstrom's, but then again the salesgirls in my Gap and Nordstrom's are REALLY hot.

-- Considering how freaking big Sam is, I can only imagine it's the exact opposite (and the exact same) as me buying any pair of jeans I see that fit me without having two or three inches of extra denim hanging past my ankles, even if I don't have enough money to waste on them, just because they're there. Seriously, if I were in a store with my rent money, my car payment, and the money I needed to go to Wincon and I saw a rack of 6/7 flared jeans that ended exactly where they're supposed to ... well, I wouldn't be going to LA or have a roof over my head, that's for damn sure.