I'm a politician, of course I lied to you just then

Aside from S1 SPN and Clownana shenanigans, I've spent most of this weekend watching The West Wing from the beginning. Because I love it. And because of this bug of a presidential campaign fic (with candidate!Jared and sly-strategist!Jensen) I've been working on in fits and starts. It started as a Scandal-inspired fic, but now I think it's pretty much just political in nature with West Wing-inspired dialogue. I literally found myself saying 'oh, this is too much Sorkin' about four times today.

And then while on a mental break that included combing tumblr for a zillion gifs to stock up my photobucket, I came across this.



I mean, mostly I'm just staring at the right side, and wanting to take the next week off to keep writing and writing and writing. MEN IN SUITS *_*

And yet, I have a birthday fic to finish, Ghost Adventures for RPF BB, and an idea I concocted for Poly BB. And yet this ... this I can't stop thinking about.

WHY AM I NOT WRITING ANYTHING I'M SUPPOSED TO BE?!

In other news, feel free to spam MEN IN SUITS. RAR!