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Wow, I only had 3 cases to read for Contracts tomorrow. Why couldn't today have been Thursday because now I'm *gasp* bored and I always have a buttload of stuff to do for Properties on Thursday nights. Speaking of law school:

( I got my grades back )

Ummmm, I don't have much else. It's a good thing no one watched the SAGs with me on Sunday cause I was really loud about my hatred for Grey's Anatomy. Don't even ask me why, there is no logical, rational reason, it's just the way it is.

( BSG )

So, apparently I've become pretty damn bloodthirsty in my old age. I've been telling them to just kill Sylar for weeks now and when we re-watched the Flukeman episode of X-Files last Friday I kept on yelling at them to shoot it, already. Apparently people feel sorry for poor ickle Fluke-y? Really? 'Cause it was killing people and it didn't look like it was going to stop. We really, really don't want lots and lots of Flukes running around the sewers, you guys, the alligators are bad enough.

Man, now I'm just babbling. It's cold and snowy here and I smile everytime I step outside. Yes I know it's cool to hate the snow and I will, in a couple weeks, but I'm still on that new season high. I'll admit it, I love Michigan. It's home, ya know?

Supernatural Fic - Roadtrippin' With My Brother

I committed fic!

Title: Roadtrippin’ With My Brother
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It’s all Kripke’s and the CW’s and blah, blah, blah. We all know who the real braintrust is around here.
Rating: R (Winchester language is not network TV language, ya dig?)
Spoilers: None, really. Takes place sometime between ‘Something Wicked’ and ‘Dead Man’s Blood’ in season one.
Summary: A little monster killing, a little snark, a little serpent guts. It’s all in a normal night’s work.
Dedication: None of this would ever be possible without the cheerleading of hiyacynth and the patience of baylorsr and her sister. I also have to thank my brothers who will never see this and never know what the camping trip we took last summer inspired.

( He looked across the car’s roof and was hit dead-on with Sam’s face at its bitchiest. )