My loving children have gone and done shared with me their germs. They're on spring break. I'm barely able to sit upright and lying down it feels like I'm drowning. "Go to doctor/hospital" and I'd get sent home, and told I was wasting resources.

So, I'm catching up on Sam and Dean. I had to start at Season 1 episode 1. I'm somewhere in season 2 now. I can't wait for Castiel.

This also gives me time to brainstorm stories.

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Soo... ya'll know my insane hubo, Penalt... he's writing clop, but not just any clop, a little series of stories by the common name "Thruster."

So, we were doing his bundle delivery on Thursday. I was the one handling the paperwork. He was the one driving and doing all the heavy lifting. We got back to the warehouse, and I had to use the facilities. Instead of going out the door I came in. I went out the loading dock.

Then I took a step onto wet wood. Wet cause it was raining.

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"So, hunny," says hubo, as he prattles on about a story idea of his.

I chime in with one of my story ideas, and he encourages it, all while driving the two of us through hurricane like weather here on the Wet Coast. He's doing his bundle deliveries and I'm there with him to keep him calm cause his anxiety comes out - he had a dream once where he was alone in the car and that's how he was going to die.

I don't mind. I get to Pokemon Go and that makes me a happy waifu!

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I know that the holidays are hard, especially if you are the black sheep in your family. The ones that aren't accepted by the rest because you stood up to an abuser, or didn't marry who you were expected to marry, or you are gender fluid and that's the last thing they want.

You've been turned away and scorned by your family of origin.

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I have been writing fanfiction ever since I was 11 and sitting on the city bus on those lonely trips from my home to school some hour distant. I would tell stories about the Transformers and the Cybertrorganics - the race of organic beings that made the Transformers' ancestors by thousands of years. This was during the original 80's cartoon days. When I was 14, I wrote about a teenaged girl hitching a ride with a crazy, three mile long scarfed man and his blue box and his friends during the

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