Techincally, unpacking is more than half done (translation: I actually put my bags away immediately instead of letting them stand at the foot of my bed forever. Pretty much everything else is piled on a side of my futon.) I really should do the season change switch of clothes out of the big tupperware box, but well, the seasons seem pretty intent on not changing since it's going to be in the 60s and even 70s all week.

My brain is also trying to talk me out of cooking dinner. I do have lots of chicken sausage and tomato soup after all. *ponders*

Supernatural is niggling at the back of my brain. Since I started trying to write PT's story, my muse is trying to wake up. Which means that what I wrote in one brother's POV now seems wrong and the muse is playing it through from the other POV. As well as debating exactly what ages the boys are and what the case is. You know, I remember a time when several days in science meetings would equal lots of pages of prose. I don't know if it says that I'm less or more depressed now that it doesn't. What am I saying, less. Definitely less. It's just hard to remember that sometimes.

( Did anyone miss hearing about hell lab?? )