Mal

I didn't want to forget to post this, because... WTF?

Last night -- I think because I could hear a "true crime" sort of murder mystery thing in the living room + Supernatural, which I'm always involved with in some way -- I dreamed that I was the witness to a murder. Not just any murder:

it was Old Man Dean Winchester...
killed by his rival...
at the retirement village...
for bedding the new, hot young thing...
and it was set to music.

Yep. I dreamed "Grumpy Old Men: The Musical, Supernatural style". My brain is a damn garbage disposal. I can still hear the tune Dean was singing to while he died slowly and the muderer was tapping his foot, wishing he'd get on with it. For the record, the song was called, "Do You Know What You've Done To Me?" and somehow involved never being able to pick up Castiel's mail for him again.

I'm going to go do some nice, soothing classwork now.