Oh Bla Di, Oh Bla Da

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Being back at work is Kicking. My. Ass.  Exhaustion from the (now) unaccustomed physical labor, exacerbated by the inevitable sleep deprivation that comes from switching sleep schedules, has had me brain dead and zombie-fied in my off hours.

On the other hand, I've already lost six of the thirteen pounds I put on being sick and sedentary.  

And my hair's coming back in!  It's almost a half an inch long, now.   I keep catching my kid looking at me funny, though.  "What?"  "It's not red."  I've been artificially auburn for so much of her life that the real mousy brown stuff growing in seems weird to her.  (Conventional wisdom says don't chemically process it until it hits an inch in order to give the follicles time to get strong again.  I've got the L'Oreal ready and waiting.)

In other news, OMG I JUST WATCHED SPN 3.11!!!!  To everyone who has ever called Top!Sam/Bottom!Dean OOC, I have this to say:  "Neener neener!"  I mean, that's about as canon as it gets.  Really.  Dean might as well have said "Yes, Sir."  (OK, if he'd said it, he would have said it with snark.  But it wouldn't have been out of place.)  (That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.) (DISCLAIMER:  As much as I love power imbalance--and I do--I'm personally squicked by the use of the word "Sir" in any and all sexual situations.  Just for the record.)

(Also, I'm apparently in love with parentheses today.)