The start to my day...

This morning my mother scared the bleep out of me. As I came into the kitchen this morning on the way to work, she stood up, turned toward me and said, "I have some bad news for you."

"What?"

"Christopher Bowman died. I know how much you loved him."

Good LORD, woman! I thought someone in our family was dead or hurt, not an ice skater I was obsessed with when I was 12.

Though it is sad that he's dead, it's not something that I really needed to have thrown at me first thing on my way to work when I'm barely awake.

And yes, most of my early crushes were male figure skaters. Even at an early age, I preferred the gay boys in sparkly clothes.

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One day I will catch back up on my friends list and fannish activities. I'm hoping this weekend I can focus on some things. I'm also pondering whether or not to partake in this year's SPN/J2 big bang. I think it would be a good thing to try, but I'm not sure I can guarantee that many words will be done in time. And I'll need to ponder some thoughts that could be long and interesting, not just "Sam is jealous of everyone who looks at pretty Dean."