Yeah, my brain's a little wonky (PAINT FUMES = me texting ignited while
Oh the paint flumes. I inhaled too much. I offered to hug one of my coworkers when he had finished something that Bossman wanted before I had to traipse over and ask him to do, so I just spazzily said "I could hug you" and then wandered off before my coworker could say something vaguely inappropriate.
I also texted ignited a rant about work, calling out my hate of another coworker.
PAINT FUMES = CRAZIER ME. Can you imagine?
Then I stayed late (second to last person out of the office) but before I left I turned a corner too sharp and got stain in my hair from the doorjamb. HOW FUN IS THAT?
Bad day of work however was remedied by the feedback that me and Stef have received for our crazy little tale of domestic daddies on the open road, Ben Has Two
Oh, wait, I did have one quick little thing to say about tonight's ep.
Dean's face when he was telling the demon about how he wasn't scared of Hell, man, oh man.
Y'all, he's so screwed.
In conclusion: I may be posting a little "from the brain of the CRAZY" supplement all about our Gay Daddy 'Verse (or 2 Daddy 'Verse as I call it in my head). Right now I have comments to answer and people to flail at.