I want to say thank you to you guys. You were so lovely when I was feeling really low. I'm sorry I didn't write back. I have a habit of running away when people are nice to me. But I really appreciate every message.

I had a breast ultrasound and it's clear, so that's a huge weight off my mind.

The rest I'm just not going to think about for a while.

I'm taking a vacation from reality, inspired by the Supernatural obsession I kickstarted the week I spent in bed with the flu.

I don't want to be me, so for a while I'm just not going to be.

I'm going to be Dean Winchester, patron saint of messed up coping mechanisms.

Dean Winchester wouldn't think about tomorrow, because there is no tomorrow. He would eat pie and flirt with anyone cute, and look out for the people he loved.

Plus, that voice. Fuck, the things that voice does to me.

Supernatural has also kickstarted my long repressed libido. This is the longest dry spell I've ever had, and it's all coming crashing back at once.

The things I would do to either of the Winchesters. Or Crowley, I bet he would be a really fun fuck. We have quite a bit in common.

So I went out with a friend, with the intention of finding someone to kiss senseless. It didn't work out that way, but I did talk to a bunch of random people and had a good time so I'll call that a win. I sort of flirted back with and eighteen year old, so I'm probably going to Hell for that, but fuck that's just another Tuesday to a Winchester.