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Oh la, my head is strange today.

I cleaned house wildly for a while - I even swept! I have houseguests this weekend, and I always get oddly paranoid about my housekeeping skills when other people come over. Like, oh my god, there's a giant dustbunny behind this door you filthy slattern you! And I know it's weird and compulsive, but I somehow can't help it.

I plowed through all of sargraf's spn_manlove posts, and I'm full to bubbling of fannish love and I don't seem to have anywhere to put it. I possibly need a stash of really good Sam/Dean novellas to materialize on my hard drive, because I miss my show. April feels a long way off.

Mainly I'm just pissed about my Jane Eyre paper, because I had to do this proposal thing and now I have the argument all written out and I just have to plug in textual support and oh god is it boring. I never know where I'm going when I start writing a paper - I write myself into a conclusion, it feels more organic.