Last night before bed, I read the Entertainment Weekly article about SPN and have been profoundly depressed ever since. Now, about half of that is real life stress projected onto another topic and about half is in response to this huge article focused on how Jared, Jensen and Kripke are all sick of the show, totally ready to leave it, and pretty much counting down the days.
And hey, they're exhausted and ready to make movies and spend time with their families and whatever, I get it. I really, really do. But I can't help but be saddened that they are so over something I love so much...because of THEM. I am not expressing this well, or deeply enough, but that's the gist. I also am getting sadder and sadder that I'll never see the boys in-person again. And I recognize that is LAME, but I can't help it.
Even Cherry Garcia is doing nothing to improve my mood.
Today I worked at the DPL all day and one patron punched another in the face! And then the hitter took off down the stairwell and security had to CHASE him! It was very dramatic and intense. And a little scary too.
I don't know what I'm going to go do now. Something else.