Random is the way my brain works, and I love it that way.

You know what ? I think my heart is going to burst from Peter Petrelli & Sam Winchester love. I can't deal with that much hotness, amazing characterization and perfect playing (LAYERS, people, LAYERS ! They are freaking onions !). I am going to die tomorrow, I get some more Heroes. It is too much. Imploding coming up.

In other news, I am currently working on a fic that came to me unexpected, and that is going to be my entry for challenge number 2 at spn_het_love. Oh, and by the way, anyone knows if we're voting or anything for the challenge number 1 ? I'll look at the rules again but I didn't see anything about that.

Anyway, that fic that came to me features lots and lots of water. And I'm over 2.000 words and they're not yet in the bathtub. Go me. *facepalms*. I feel like it's moving in slow motion. I write, I write, but all that sutff keeps coming up and I feel like it's not moving. Gah, I need a kick in the butt.

By all means, that pushes the release of Fever, Part Three, a bit further. I am completely knee deep in that new fic and I still didn't type out what I wrote for Fever. So I'm not sure yet there's fans of Theresa, but you'll have to wait anyway.

Yes, that was all. Thank you for listening.