In which I am dorkily excited

Happy Hanukkah to all who celebrate!

( It's officially the holiday-season and I'm SO EXCITED )

ONLY 16 MORE DAYS TILL I GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS! (and 20 more days till Christmas, but the going-home countdown is more exciting)

Successful "write a little bit every day" days-in-a-row: Fail.  I fell asleep at like 9:30 last night accidentally, because this boring job makes me so tired for no apparent reason.

Want to be amused?

I clipped my cat's claws. The two front sets, anyway, as the experience was rather too traumatic to do all four at once. It was... startlingly easy, considering that this cat draws blood from me regularly. He just squirmed a little, and objected in non-blood-drawing ways and then seemed to resign himself and I just pinched his little pads and out they popped and snip-snip-snip. I'm really quite proud of myself. For some reason sucessfully clipping a cat's claws feels like a huge achievement to me. Yaay me!

Why is it easier to write ABOUT fic than to write fic?

Only 15 more days till I go home for Christmas!

Successful days of writing: 9

Random: I really, really, really want to play "Girls with Guitars" on Guitar Hero. I LOVE that song.

So I wrote a SPN/Chuck little crossover sentence and then I couldn't stop thinking about the idea. Then (unrelatedly) rei_c did a crossover drabble that is very good.

( These two shows crossover better than ANYTHING I can think of that I'm following right now, because they actually both were canonically at Stanford at the same time. )

I really, really want there to be a way to work a Sam/Dean/Casey/Chuck orgy into this plot. But there isn't.

Oh man. That's a hell of a lot of plot for something I said I couldn't write because I had no plot for it. Would anyone read it, anyway?