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Oh brain. You are so weird.
Case in point: The other night I had a dream wherein Jared, Jensen and I saved the world from aliens. Not, you know, the illegal kind, but the kind from outer space.
Last night I dreamt that Chris Kane was an abusive boyfriend to one of my friends, and in the middle of a deserted mall, Jensen whacked him over the head with his bass to allow us to get away. This was, of course, after I spent a goodly amount of time as the newest staff member at Ace of Cakes, where I was assisting Mary Alice and Geoff had his own desk.
IDEK. I could not make this up.
And it's weird - I'm not even really in fandom at all right now. I still watch SPN avidly, but I really have no one live to discuss it with (oh how I long for the meta discussions katma and I had), and I have crappy internet so I'm not doing anything there either. V. strange.
Things which Sara does not care overmuch for at this very moment:
People who refer to themselves in 3rd person (Oh the self-loathing right now)
Cat hair in my cereal and coffee
Being woken up at 8AM because the origin of said cat hair is burrowing under the blankets to chew on my toes
My manager only scheduling me for 8 hours for the second week in a row
Dial-up internet
A f-locked rant about work may follow at some point