Dean walks in with a sixpack of beer and jerky and that’s all I’m thinkin about. Nevermind Sam just had another creepy vision or that in it Dean shoots some skeezy lookin dude, the only things running through my head are, ‘I still have beer in the fridge’ and ‘I want some goddamn jerky.’
I hate this feeling. The kind like you’ve got a hyperactive seven year old stuck inside your body and he just wants to scream and tear around the house like a bloody loon. And you’re stuck in the real world and trying everything you can to keep from spazzing the fuck out because the real world doesn’t appreciate bloody loons like you do. It ALWAYS happens in the fall/winter and almost always on a Saturday.
I could go to the Armoury and paint but there is not way in hell my hands can stop twitching long enough to paint. Not kidding, they’re ACTUALLY twitching.
It’s not the ADD, I took my meds this morning. I’m just twitchy as fuck.