So I'm going through my fics folder, and I swear to god, I've got about 3457643 unfished stories in there, from 3 or 4 different fandoms. There's stuff, for instance, from HP that I don't even remember writing. Which is annoying, because I get to the end and I'm like "Well? And? What happens next?" Ages ago I had a Draco/Harry fic called
In the Light, and I just found out that apparently I started a sequel, which was actually quite good. Stupid brain.
I wonder if it's worth doing a fic amnesty and posting them all here in whatever state they're in, just so I can air myself out a bit. I've got some hot Jo/Sarah-Dean/Sam, as well, and some Jo/Dean/Sam that never even got to the sex. SIGH.
Tonight I was lying on my bed listening to BobRay, and, alright, That's Ok by The Hush Sound choked me up a little because it reminded me of DEAN. And Greta's voice in that song is so soft and gentle and loving, and I had TEARS in my EYES. Gah! And Trav came in and he's all "...what. Are you? What's wrong-?" And I'm like "I'M FINE." Later I told him about getting emotionally disturbed because I thought a song was about Dean and he was all "I KNEW IT! I knew you were crying about Dean! I thought you were listening to that Kansas song." I'm such an obvious nutcase. SIGH.
TOMORROW IS (my) FRIDAY! ASJDHSUDFHSD If I can get through a whole day of working with my douche-burger boss, I can get through ANYTHING, Y'ALL.
I just made a 'SleepyTime' mix on BobRay, I'm gonna go to bed and test it out, now.
--Cheers, Beck