I have a feeling that I'm reverting to the sleeplessness that plagued me when I was thirteen to fifteen years old. Which I don't really mind, except that I still have problems getting up in the morning. Then again, even after a solid eight hours I still have problems getting out of bed. I could admit that I am lazy, but I would prefer to view it as my just not being a morning person.
But I digress.
The sleeplessness led me to watching stuff on the boob tube up till the wee hours. (It could also be that I was procrastinating clearing the dinner dishes. I am so ... faceted. Facetious much?) Caught the finale of I don't know what season of So You Think You Can Dance on 8TV and was gobsmacked by how closely
one of the finalists resemble
Jake Abel.
If I could write fic (as in having the ability to complete one without it degenerating into some kind of slop), I would write an AU where the Winchester boys come across the 3rd Winchester brother who happens to be one of the dancers for a New York dance company.