i'm a pixel here, myself

I have no idea why I can't sleep. This sucks. I should just call in sick tomorrow, but I've taken a bunch of sick days in the past couple weeks, and I'm probably going to have to leave work early Friday for a cappella retreat, so that feels like a cop-out.

Unhappy thought of the night: next week half an hour of Idol conflicts with Supernatural. This is definitely not good. I'm hoping all the girls I like sing in the first hour.

In happier news, bubosquared has *finally* finished her X-Men Hooker AU (Bobby Drake (Iceman)/Jean-Paul Beaubier (Northstar)) and [posted it], along with [commentary] by her and me together. And hey, it only took most of a year from me seeing a draft to completion! Yeah, you read that right: most of a year.

Also, mcee has run away. To whom will I write more weddingfic? God, I'm going crazy. I'm *actually writing this*. No, seriously. This is the craziest fic idea I've ever had, y'all. And it is actually being born in email. ::scratches head:: I dunno, man. But the best thought, the one I had yesterday? Was that this wedding will have TWO bachelor parties. Yeah. We have to theorize that they'll happen simultaneously, so I have to figure out a roster for each. Rosenbaum is a lock for Jensen's, as is Chris. Welling's a toss-up, though I think he probably comes down on the side of The Ackles as well. So who populates Jared's bachelor party? Leave me good solid theories, people.

Only four more days until I can see Project Runway 2.12 "Reunion". Why does that feel like *forever*? Also, only six days until new Supernatural! Not like I'm counting or anything. ::cough::

Rehearsal was canceled, so I spent the evening with my new video game. A markedly unproductive use of my time, given the things I need to accomplish soon -- including packing for retreat, for which I leave tomorrow. I was super-psyched for the one we had in July, but this one... I don't know, I'm suddenly not in the mood.

It seems I'm not in the mood for *anything* anymore. Or at least tonight. God, I feel so antisocial. ::curls up under blankets and waits for the world to go away::

I set my wallpaper as [this] and goddamn if it doesn't take me several moments to tear my eyes away from it every time I see it. I'll have one of *that*, please.

...and when even that picture can't break me out of my grouchiness, it's time for bed.