I am nervous!

Sure, I'm always nervous when I'm about to fly somewhere, but I feel as if this trip to Florida for Eyecon (SUPERNATURAL convention) is RIGHT ON TOP OF ME and I'm not anywhere near ready for it! God, it's scary! I have a reminder list of stuff to do, but it seems like it's way too much to do in the time that's left. I'm working overtime tonight because John had to go somewhere this afternoon, which pares down my time even more. Dan and I will go out to Giovanni's tonight for dinner, that's more time shaved off. So I have tomorrow, and I am going to work, which leaves like. . .nothing!

I'm being picked up 4 AM Friday morning by the car service, so it's not like there's going to be any last minute chances to do anything. Am I nuts? Always, but. . .

I've been reading the accounts of those who went to the LA Con this past weekend. They were really lucky, they had both Jensen AND Jared at their convention, where I'm only getting Jared (I don't mean that the way it sounds, I'm thrilled with Jared, but both would have been nice). And we're getting a whole bunch more guest stars than they did, plus Sandy, who is now Jared's FIANCEE! He announced their engagement at the LA Con (he asked her in Paris, how romantic is that)?

Those who fervently believe that Jensen and Jared are lovers in real life are heartbroken by this annoucement. They can't let go of the J2 insistence that the truly epic romance is between the J's and those "shippers", as they call themselves, will continue to spew out stories of anal and oral sex between them forever and ever! Like I told one of the gals on my Flist, that's why it's called J2 FICTION!

I am thrilled over Jared and Sandy's engagement and can't wait to see her ring. It's supposed to be a big honking stone!

Dan keeps giving me the jokey guilt trip about how he and Brad will starve. I know Dan will eat all meals out. I'm not worried about him starving! I do hope Brad doesn't leave him all alone all weekend and spends a little time with him. Brad had a couple of dates with Melissa, but they didn't go out this past weekend at all; she was busy in NYC, supposedly. Brad is forcing us to clean up the house, and his room looks far better than it has in a long time. That's why I'm figuring he's going to be bringing her over one day soon, and he doesn't want her thinking we're a bunch of pigs. LMAO!

Ideally, I want Jared to sign that script I bought from eBay, but I'm worried about it being damaged. I don't even like the idea of carrying it around a lot, you know? I have to make a decision about it and fast!

I almost forgot, I was called on the carpet Monday about opening my big mouth to a mailer or someone internally here about something I apparently shouldn't have said. I probably was my brutally honest self and told someone we didn't have the manpower and/or equipment to handle his needs, and that person contacted Gabby, our Plant Manager, about what I said. Of course, that trickled down to Gary and Clyde, and both John and I were called into the office and chastised about "loose lips sinking ships," etc. No one actually told me who said what to who, but I gathered I was the offending person who started it all. John said this went down Friday, a day I had taken off to go to get an EKG, facial, manicure, pedicure (a place I won't return because they were jabbering in a language I didn't understand and the gal who worked on my feet was disgusted by my one fungus toe), and obviously wasn't around to say anything offensive. So I was miffed, and wanted to demand to know WHAT I supposedly said, and to whom, and get all the details, and then I decided to let it slide. Fuck it. Gary already considers me a screw-up, I think he's an asshole, why mess with the status quo?

Perhaps I'll write more tomorrow!

Love, Robin