Oh God. Evie and I need to never watch Supernatural at night. Except that we, you know, always do.

And then I end up not able to go into the bathroom or bedroom until Evie makes sure that there are no monsters in there. ...And we may have salted the windowsill and doorway before going to bed. Just a bit. It's the creepy kids that get me. Every time.

And now I'm going to try to write something for writerinadrawer before actually sleeping (or before Evie drags me to bed - I'm told I have 45 minutes). Which I'm sucking at a bit. *Flails* This is, among other things, is why I want a big red countdown clock. Someone get me a big red countdown clock for my birthday. Which is not until October, granted. I'm just saying.

EDIT: Okay, I had to share this conversation, for it is awesome.

( Cut for... a lot of Supernatural geekery. And naked lesbians. )

EDIT II: Okay... well... I just wrote something that doesn't fit the prompt at all? How's that?

...No good? Yeah, I thought so. *Stares mournfully at it* And now there are two places I could go with this story and I want to do both at once and DAMN IT. *Facepalms* I didn't my brain to run off and write things totally unrelated to the prompt. Really. What the hell?