Sam is judging your fashion sense

My Sam/Dean mini-bang just needs the rough edges sanded and the porny bits tweaked until they actually *are* porny. I'm surprised--I really thought I'd finish my SVBB first. I've given myself a tie limit for that. We shall see.

The mommy van got a case of the vapors this morning and thus I am without conveyance. I'm going to be driving Mr R's car to work. Not happy about that. His car is tiny and close, and his radio is set to NPR, country music(wtf, babe?) and oldies. Bleeeegh. I'll have to make my own music.

Also, I'm working the extra hours at work--yay. Everyone's looking at me like they oiled me up and put me on the block. Apparently my co-workers are under the impression that this week my name is Kizzy. We'll see how that works out for them. :) Also odd--no one had any idea why I had all these extra hours. I'm not complaining...well, yes, I am but after I whined all over my boss about how much I needed hours, I guess I should keep my yap shut and just smile, smile, smile.

My diet's not working. I'm kind of shocked--I really thought Pop-tarts were a nutritious part of every meal..what?