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I'm doing The apocalypse is over. Dean thinks it's time they all had some rest, but Sam can't or won't sleep. Dean tries everything, and the one thing that works is the last thing he could have expected. And so is smallcaps, so there is going to be a plethora of hopefully wonderful sleepless!Sam fic! 8D (I STILL THINK WE SHOULD WRESTLE FOR IT, BITCH.)
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Have spent the evening watching my dad's recording of my cousin's wedding last weekend. Siiigh I wish I could have been there! IT LOOKED SO ROMANTIC. I want a wedding, dammit D: Guys, someone come marry me, please. Also, said recently married cousin's brother is two months away from being a DADDY. wtf, my family is all growing up. This shit is bananas.
SO NOW:
Poll
UPDATE: broken curtain is fixed, somewhat. Oh masking tape, what can't you do. (A: it cannot love.) Also unpacked a bit, in the 'things are now stacked on my floor instead of stacked in suitcases' kind of way. Mountain of washing is indeed mountainous.
Now I may make a cuppa and write a bit. (Millionaire is OVER, gasp.)
(Also, I whacked my back on the ceiling whilst I was shoving my suitcase back into the secret nook where it belongs. IT HURT. (Er, should possibly add that my room is in the attic, so the ceiling slopes down low.))
I'm doing The apocalypse is over. Dean thinks it's time they all had some rest, but Sam can't or won't sleep. Dean tries everything, and the one thing that works is the last thing he could have expected. And so is smallcaps, so there is going to be a plethora of hopefully wonderful sleepless!Sam fic! 8D (I STILL THINK WE SHOULD WRESTLE FOR IT, BITCH.)
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Have spent the evening watching my dad's recording of my cousin's wedding last weekend. Siiigh I wish I could have been there! IT LOOKED SO ROMANTIC. I want a wedding, dammit D: Guys, someone come marry me, please. Also, said recently married cousin's brother is two months away from being a DADDY. wtf, my family is all growing up. This shit is bananas.
SO NOW:
Poll
UPDATE: broken curtain is fixed, somewhat. Oh masking tape, what can't you do. (A: it cannot love.) Also unpacked a bit, in the 'things are now stacked on my floor instead of stacked in suitcases' kind of way. Mountain of washing is indeed mountainous.
Now I may make a cuppa and write a bit. (Millionaire is OVER, gasp.)
(Also, I whacked my back on the ceiling whilst I was shoving my suitcase back into the secret nook where it belongs. IT HURT. (Er, should possibly add that my room is in the attic, so the ceiling slopes down low.))