I really need to stop reading bandslash and go to fucking bed.
Where this started:
I watched Criminal Minds. Decided I needed Morgan/Reid, which is nearly impossible to find. Found some, read it. Decided then I needed Frank/Bob, so went looking for that. Got distracted by Mikey/Bob, read some of that. Found
arsenicjade's stuff (and man, I remember her from back when I was into the Backstreet Boys, so yeah). Read more Mikey/Bob, then Mikey/Spencer, then Mikey/Frank/Gerard and then found the Wednesday-verse where PATD are boy-whores, except for Jon, who is in fact, a John, MCR runs a free clinic (Well, Gerard owns the clinic, and Mikey is the Hot Nurse and Bob is the doctor, and Ray does something important there, and I think Frank is an HIV tech), and Spencer/Bob occurs, and FOB runs a marine mammal resuce center (And there's a big WTF, let me tell you. But oddly enough, I can see Pete swimming with otters.) and there is angst out the whazoo.
I think I need to go to bed.
Also, Simon, my cat, needs a cat tent in my room. He's sleeping in a pillow fort at the moment. Yes, I know. Who the hell makes their cats pillow forts? Me, that's who.
And Jason has promised to help me with the stats (OOOH That's one of those things that reads the same backwards as forwards.) and I have promised to feed him. Also, he wants to know if I'll play flute in a Baroque ensemble. I haven't seriously played in like five years and have not agreed to anything yet. He says that they're playing harpsichord and violin (or viola, can't recall) pieces at the moment, so that means that he's got at least one other person, but could be playing both himself. You say that's impossible? Obviously you've not met Monsieur Jason. The Oichistu Ni Kami-Sama. Boy is like musical savant. In high school, while we waited for our rides almost everyday (before we got driver's licenses), he'd play the grand piano and I'd lay under it and do homework.
Wow, is it really 2:42 AM? Where did the last two hours go? Sleep now, kthnxbai.