HAI
So I told myself I was going to "do" mininano -- in my own assbackwards, non-official way -- by posting SOMETHING every day this month. Um. Starting today. Since I kind of forgot that it was Nov 1st yesterday. ANYWAY. Off to a great start, doncha think?
The point being that if I make myself post everyday, then I won't get caught up and stopped by thinking I need something "worthy" of posting. So be prepared for posts like "I had a sandwich for lunch today!"
Uh, so yeah. Here I am. I haven't had lunch yet so lemme think...let's go stream-of-consciousness, hm?
I had a big depressive crash just prior to wincon and got re-medicated. It's like night and day. I didn't realize I'd been falling, for MONTHS, until I hit the bottom and said, "HEY, NOT COOL. SOME HELP HERE?" I was concerned about being OVERmedicated but I know I'm not because I still hate my job.
Something else I hate is these stupid fake nails I put on for Halloween because I don't know how to type in these damn things anymore. Blame any typos on the nails.
But I'm, uh, writing fic again. You know, slowly. There's one I've been working on since the end of SPN S3 (I KNOW) about Sam and Dean in parallel hells - literal hell and an emotional hell. To say "it's....proving difficult" is a massive understatement but I just can't let it go. The one I'm excited about right now is about Castiel's descent into humanity ala The End "timeline". God, how bad do I want to write and complete a Castiel fic? I cannot even believe I haven't done this already.
I almost sang karaoke at my office Halloween party, but stopped myself and got the fuck out of there when I realized I'd had too much to drink and was about to do something stupid. Like sing When You're Good To Mama from Chicago. Which. My boss had already sang Rednecked Woman but. Just, no. There are things my dignity cannot withstand and karaoke in front of my coworkers is one of those things.
The point being that if I make myself post everyday, then I won't get caught up and stopped by thinking I need something "worthy" of posting. So be prepared for posts like "I had a sandwich for lunch today!"
Uh, so yeah. Here I am. I haven't had lunch yet so lemme think...let's go stream-of-consciousness, hm?
I had a big depressive crash just prior to wincon and got re-medicated. It's like night and day. I didn't realize I'd been falling, for MONTHS, until I hit the bottom and said, "HEY, NOT COOL. SOME HELP HERE?" I was concerned about being OVERmedicated but I know I'm not because I still hate my job.
Something else I hate is these stupid fake nails I put on for Halloween because I don't know how to type in these damn things anymore. Blame any typos on the nails.
But I'm, uh, writing fic again. You know, slowly. There's one I've been working on since the end of SPN S3 (I KNOW) about Sam and Dean in parallel hells - literal hell and an emotional hell. To say "it's....proving difficult" is a massive understatement but I just can't let it go. The one I'm excited about right now is about Castiel's descent into humanity ala The End "timeline". God, how bad do I want to write and complete a Castiel fic? I cannot even believe I haven't done this already.
I almost sang karaoke at my office Halloween party, but stopped myself and got the fuck out of there when I realized I'd had too much to drink and was about to do something stupid. Like sing When You're Good To Mama from Chicago. Which. My boss had already sang Rednecked Woman but. Just, no. There are things my dignity cannot withstand and karaoke in front of my coworkers is one of those things.