I have some job interviews next week, "my whole life, on a platter" (except not, because late capitalism will destroy us all and the academy is broken, but anyway), and all I want to think about is Dean fucking Winchester.
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO THAT. You end up in bumfuck California with a murderous ghost sucking on your soul in the middle of a dilapidated house that, if it wasn't structurally unsound before, now certainly is, given that you just drove a car through it. Then your world's on fire and you're in Colorado, eating peanut M&Ms.
Accountability post for today: Two interviews, finish a postdoc app, a job app. Faculty sponsor inquiry. Headway on grant app. First pass ASV final. At least half an hour of diss writing.