It’s that time of the year, when the marshmallow fairy delivers a homemade masterpiece to the librarian’s desk!
You are welcome.
Although I neither made it, nor put it on your desk. My minions take care of the details.
So…I guess I’ve been wallowing in some depression-ish stuff for a while. And, it’s not like I don’t entirely know what started it, but on the other hand we’re pulling up on the 2 year mark and life has been relatively tragedy free for a year/year and a half now, so really…let’s move on.
The real manifestation has just been an absolute road block to accomplishing ANYTHING. I mean, anything. My work, my house, my child, my husband, reading an actual book, making appointments to take care of myself, exercising, just LOLNOPE.
In addition to the general malaise, I went ahead and made it worse by letting my thyroid medicine Rx run out and not going back to the doctor. Nicky, you say, that is crazy talk. Why would you do that? I DON’T KNOW. I was frustrated with my doctor and kept thinking I would go directly to an endocrinologist or get a new primary care doctor, but all of that was too, too much to deal with, and so I just didn’t. For those of you that don’t know, low thyroid levels make you feel sluggish and depressed. HOORAY.
This morning I said it out loud to a coworker, “Hey, I’m doing this stupid, self-sabotaging thing.” And that was enough to push me into just freaking doing something about it. So, now I have a doctor’s appointment, at a place right next to work, on Monday morning. It is such a relief, you don’t even know.
I don’t know if this will translate into me being able to function better in other ways, but it can’t hurt, right?
Happy Santa Lucia Day!
I’ve been standing outside for 45 minutes and I can’t feel my face.
I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated how adorable I was.
my nails literally look the same right now only they are yellow. I put nail polish on and I always end up here.
Boy you really take Supernatural hiatuses hard.
GPOYW: Wherein my nail polish situation parallels my whole life. I know I need to take it off. It would not be hard or time consuming to take it off. I would feel better if I took it off. Yet…it is not off.
Wookit doze kitty toes.
Current status: I don’t know what to do with myself!
23 Times Orlando Jones Won The Internet -
E.G.O.T. - 0 for 4
But still I feel…
Thx U Guise.
Legit man tears were shed.
It’s not like I *want* to be in love with Orlando Jones, it’s more like I don’t understand how you *can’t* be in love with Orlando Jones.
We had a 2 hour delay at school this morning. Sylvia took that opportunity to play in the slush before we left. She came in soaking wet. As we were walking out to leave, she said, “I hope we don’t have to do much to the car.” I agreed, because cleaning off the car is kind of a drag. When we got out there it turned out SYLVIA HAD USED HER HANDS TO CLEAN OFF THE CAR WHILE SHE WAS OUTSIDE!!!
We return to Dean arriving in the Impala on a muddy road to meet Sam and John. John asks Dean if he’s gotten ‘it’. Dean hands over a gun shaped paper bag.
Dean: That’s why Meg wants you to come alone?
John assures Dean that he can handle her. But Dean is worried. He implores John to just get out if something goes wrong.
Again, me + John = ragefeels, but in this moment I see a man looking at his son and knowing he is saying more than just those words.
Ugh. I’m sorry you can’t hear the tiny hitch in Dean’s voice when he says “dead.” John and Sam are his whole life and he’s so afraid John is going to do something stupid, but because John is such an asshole this is as close as he can get to telling him he loves him and doesn’t want to lose him. And the look on Sam’s face. They are both trying so hard to be tough, but all the angst is happening underneath.
And, to be fair, John hears it. He knows what Dean is trying to say. He knows he is saying, “I love you and I don’t want you to die.”
And he comes as close as he can to saying the same thing to Dean.
He breaks off the touchy-feely moment to lecture them about the colt. Without its special bullets, the colt is useless, and there are only four left.
(Umm…this gif exists purely as an homage to Dean’s lips. I’m not sorry.)
I think it is interesting that when he’s in, Sam feels less like a reluctant soldier than Dean. It’s like Dean has always been just putting on the mask of good soldier, but when Sam is committed he is in it 100%.
John exhorts Sam and Dean to finish what he started, since he can’t be there.
Three serious faces as they contemplate the gravity of what they are about to do.
(Oh, look, I snuck in another Dean, oops)
John passes over the colt.
MINOR TONGUE PORN / SADNESS PORN
Sam knows Dean is overwhelmed.
John: I’ll see you later.
John walks to his truck and drives away.
UGLY FUCKING CRYING. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?!?!
Next Up: John goes one way, Sam and Dean go another
I really liked this one. I don’t know why.