Rambly, incoherent thoughts on SPN Chi-Con.

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So, last night, sockkiah  and I drove from the Supernatural Chicago Con all the way back to Minnesota. After going through five energy drink thingies and totally rocking the fuck out of 'Bohemian Rhapsody', we finally got back around 4:30 am. I'm pretty sure I was so tired that I actually stopped being tired and was just so shaky and wired that I thought I might have a heart attack instead. Next time, I'm facing my plane fear and just flying, yo.

• Matt Cohen is somehow even better looking in the flesh than on my television screen. I didn't think that was possible, and now I find that I have a new ~obsession~.  Also, I must now find every single thing he's ever done so that I can stare lustily at him for the rest of my life.

• I will never touch a Marksha again. What's a Marksha, you might ask? It's a delicious, fiery concoction that I invented that makes your mouth feel like it's been dipped in the very fires of hell. They also get you super drunk super fast, and apparently, after you kill an entire fucking bottle of the 100-proof cinnamon liqueur that they require with your hotel-mate over the course of two fucking nights, you will want to die.

• Yesterday, I witnessed Jared Padalecki slouch down to fit through a door. Seeing as how I'm poor, I wonder if I could give the guy twenty bucks just to stand by me for five seconds. I don't need a picture, I just want to feel short for once.

• Oh yeah- and Misha Collins is a snarky-ass bitch that apparently smells of muskox oil, and I love him. It may not be new information, but I feel it's worth repeating.

And even though it's like, the middle of the afternoon, I'm super freaking tired cannot even care that this post consists of nothing important or very interesting. Ya'll can find that stuff other places, I just want to go back to sleep.