You guys, I just spent the whole evening commenting all over the post of the whackadoodle whose squee was so harshed by the mere presence of Jensen's girlfriend in the same room as HER AND JENSEN OMG at the LA con this weekend that she jokingly asked security to toss Danneel out of the room. I was having great fun, but now comments are frozen and I have to go back to thinking about how this is day THREE of this migraine and I'm so not doing that again.
Although as I commented to apetslife
, it could be the massive amounts of fail in the SPN fandom today that's keeping the migraine going.
And what do you mean, that wasn't a very productive way to spend my evening when I only have 1000 words of my second Big Bang attempt written? Shut up. Ashley is refusing to talk to me until I have more to show her. Okay, that's not true, she sent me about twenty emails today, but most of them were about races she wants to do and why is everything scheduled for the same weekend? There's a race at King's Island in Cincinnati that looks fabulous and I grew up going to KI and it would be great fun, but it's the same weekend as Beatlefest and there's just no way. The 2010 Disney half marathon is already 80% full, so we need to make a decision about that. We were thinking of skipping it this year, but Erin isn't happy about that, so we're reconsidering. Part of me wants to try the full marathon, but I don't know if I'm brave enough.
The next scheduled episode in my What to Watch While Working Out schedule is IMToD, but I haven't done anything since Sunday, so you know this headache is kicking my ass if even Dean wandering around barefoot and in scrubs hasn't gotten me moving.
And wow, does Maxalt give me the munchies. Anyone else get the munchies from migraine meds? Last night I ate a bowl of Special K, several pickles, a candy bar and a glass of OJ all at the same time.
It apparently also makes me chatty. I'm sitting here in bed waiting for the vicodin to kick in so I can sleep, and apparently I'm finding a lot to say.
There's something about breaking that fourth wall that makes people go a little nuts, doesn't it? I mean, even back in the heyday of popslash, when the guys weren't even really that accessible, it could get weird. I think it's the cognitive dissonance of hey, there's NSYNC on MTV, singing at halftime at the Superbowl, up onstage at a giant concert, and then we're all at CFTC and suddenly I'm in an elevator with JC and Chris or sitting by the pool watching Joey's kid swim and listening to his sister bitch about him. It's a little surreal, I know.
But since I wasn't raised by wolves and have some common sense and dignity and you know, manners, I managed not to do anything stupid. Even with the amount of alcohol I consumed at bowling, I was too chicken to even talk to Lance when he was sitting right next to me. Just because I'd paid to go to a basketball game didn't mean any of them owed me anything other than to show up and play basketball, or, in Lance's case in Chicago, coach. :) And you know, it didn't harsh my squee that Cameron was in Miami, either. Because whether she was there or not had no bearing on the likelihood of Justin deciding it was really me he loved and not his hot
Anyway, if you have no idea what I'm going on about, lucky you. Instead of worrying about Jensen and Danneel, maybe we can all gather stories for a fanfiction anthology to give to Misha Collins. I hear he's interested. :)
Good god, I'm going to bed now.