Oh boy, kinda drunk. I always seem to forget that fizzy stuff goes to your head faster then the regular and downed most of a bottle of Proseco (fizzy wine! It's like Champagne or Brut, but cheaper and still with the patina of sophistication on it) before I remembered it. Ummm. Yeah, more or less.
essenceofmeanin was amazingly, stupendously helpful in helping me untangle all of the ideas I had for my
spn_j2_bigbang fic (see, I really need to think of a title for this, if only to keep from typing spn_j2_bigbang over and over and over. I should just be honest and call it the time-traveling!Wincest fic), which is only to be expected.
essenceofmeanin is, for those of you who don't know, my real, honest to god twin sister, and I bullied her into watching SPN and now she's feeling the urge to fic, stirring from her bosom for the first time in .... well, I have no idea. A damn long time. Probably since I was into anime, FMA not withstanding. Death Note, too. But I blame
sutlers for both of those.
But yeah, feeling much better about my time-traveling!Wincest. I suck incredibly hard at plot, especially when I have to do something insane, like plotting in advance, good lord. So we'll see how it goes. Class tomorrow; might go over to my friends' house, assuming that I remember to call them and ask. Then Santa Cruz this weekend. My manager is awesome and gives me every other weekend off, so I'm gonna go clothes shopping with my mommy and hang out at my boyfriend's family's house for the Superbowl. It'll be fun :D.
I made an astronaut plate today at work. It would've been the only interesting spot in a goddamn boring day, but it involved a lot of hunching over a plate and dragging my hair in black paint, so, not so awesome.