How did I miss that?

I seem to have slept through an entire day. I haven't been this tired since... well, that's a time I don't want to revisit. Let's just hope it's work stress and post finale let down.

Seriously, though, it's Tuesday? Bleh.

I came home from work yesterday morning after putting the entire production from the previous shift on hold the night before, because I'm fairly positive the auditor on that shift is just fudging data to get it into the computer. Then, I sweat little drops of blood trying to come to grips with my 5.22 disappointment by writing meta that I'm pretty sure ended up on a positive note of sorts, and then I just died.

Got up five hours later and checked my email, which was a waste. I guess I should learn to sit down and shut up when my opinion's in the minority.

It was 90+ degrees and steamy, so we went to eat at Golden Corral, since Dan was home all day but forgot to cook, LOL (he got suspended for 2 days for being a smartass, that's my bb) and by the time we got home, it was thundering and lightning, so I decided to take a little nap and hope it blew over so I could go for my run. About 1 a.m. I woke up, checked my email again,(I should've stuck to posting with comments turned off *facepalm*) and that's all I remember. :P

I have to say, I'm not really liking this state of mind I'm in. Even the pics of Jensen and Danneel looking so stunning and happy only cheer me up while I have the window open, and even my running endorphins aren't helping.

But today's long run day, 1hr 55 minutes, probably slow, so I'm not expecting to hit 10 miles again, since I'm dragging my ass like whoa, but I'm hoping that does the trick. If it doesn't, I'm gonna mainline Givesmehope.com and see if crying and rocking doesn't do the trick. LOL.

So, do y'all do when you just can't get a grip and you're outstaying your welcome? Sleep until the crisis passes? Cry and scream and throw things? Crawl under a rock and die?

Oh, and despite having not run since Friday (scheduled off days combined with bad weather) my legs cramp up constantly. I haven't had leg cramps in all the months I've been running, but in the last four days, my calves cramp while I'm sleeping and my thighs cramp when I'm awake, and nothing seems to help. I swear, if I could cut them off, I would.

This also reminds me of story fodder that's been floating round in my head for eons. I saw somewhere how people cause explosions while fueling their cars by talking on their cellphones and walking around until they build up a static charge, and then accidentally igniting the gas fumes. I've always had that image in my head, started a few screenplays based on the premise, but now it's suddenly gone from 'some random dude blows up' to Dean Winchester blows up. I do not need SPN fic fodder, especially when I have no idea what happens after kablooey.

/end pointless post of whining and groveling.

ETA: I signed up for spn_summergen, and all I can do is read the other prompts and pray to God I don't get most of them, because I dont know how I'll ever write some of those stories. I don't even know if I can be bothered to write my own prompts at this point. Way to angst over stuff that hasn't even happened yet. *bangs head*

As if I wasn't feeling shitty enough...

I just stumbled across a post by reading friends of friends lists in which someone talked about reading my 5.22 coda and about how beautiful and perfect it was but how she checked out and said, yeah, right at the end just because they were happy not living in the same room with each other any more.

Seriously, I like me a good wincest fic, but if you think they actually will never be able to live out of earshot of each other, that's just sad. Outside of universes where they really are the only two people in teh world, I think that's the saddest thing I've ever heard. There's no such thing as life in a bubble, people. Why would anyone want that for them?

And, ya know, yeah... I guess I really am a fuck up when it comes to SPN. Whatever.