War Is Coming Communications.

I can't sleep. Between my nerves and excitement for this whole camp thing the less than five star sleeping conditions and the boys kicking every time I lay down (if I'm on my right, Baby A kicks; if I'm on my left, Baby B kicks), I have a feeling I'm going to be so useless tomorrow :( Boo.

[Filtered further to only pregnant women/moms]
Since there's so many of us pregnant right now and so many with new babies and all...I was just thinking maybe if we share names ahead of time, there won't be any hard feelings if someone beats another woman to the punch and the other woman hadn't prepared a back up plan because she didn't know and blah blah blah... What do you think?

I've been turning a few names over in my head but I haven't got anything definitive for middle names. I'm thinking about Ethan Jason Troy Owen and Andrew or Samuel James Clark Aaron, though; I really love those names. But, if someone else had dibs on them, let me know now, so I can think more?

What are you doing tomorrow night?

Yes, I now keep a spray bottle next to my bed.

Yes, it is full of holy water.

Yes, it is labeled Demon-B-Gone because I was bored on the trip home.

Don't judge me!

So camp...I haven't really done boot camp since Police Academy. I guess if I can get through that I'll make it in this..in theory?

So. Basically. According to this website I have a shit ton of demons living in me. Like. Actual demons, not the "everyone has their demons" kind.

And by "a shit ton" I mean I have 144 of the fuckers. That's if my math's right, of course, there's so many that I may have lost count somewhere in the mess. Oh, and it's 144 out of 293 and two bonus ones that I couldn't figure out how to add in.

Here's the list of the demons people have in them according to that site. It's seriously ridiculous.

Look it over then tell me how many you have!

( Long list is long )

[Claire R.]
Once you're settled, you wanna meet up?

Also, are you armed?

[Tish]
I said I'd stop looking but I can't I may have found a way to get Sherry to come home.

So, Sam Winchester told me to send this to you...I have some questions and he said you might be able to help...

I really miss the days when a trip to the grocery store didn't require a trench coat, a hood, long sleeves, and long pants. I don't suppose anyone knows of a website that can get shoes in a size 42? I wasn't wearing any when I was pulled here and unfortunately shopping for anything a pair poses...more than a few problems given my freakish app physical situation.

..Tonight, a diner served me pie in a cup. A glass cup. I'm officially ashamed to even call it pie. Who eats pie out of a cup? It's as ridiculous as people eating a snickers bar with a fork and knife or something. But at least they brought me extra. It kinda made up for my cup pie confusion.

Normally I wouldn't say anything since you guys are usually ontop of your game. I know next to jack about computers or whatever so I'm glad to have you guys on it, but that makes two mystery packages entering a supposedly secure complex. It could be that I'm naturally wary as an FBI Agent, but rarely have mystery gifts ended good..can we heighten security a bit?

I got called the Neutrogena Girl today. That's definitely a new one. I don't even use Neutrogena.

Guessing this goes with the whole fictional/face/weird thing? I am so NOT googling myself! I'm enough of a freak already

Just a quick question.

Is it even possible for Bobby to go more than half an hour without insulting our intelligence levels? I mean, honestly. I know we're new to this, but simply being new and making our best attempt to pick up the material does not make us idiots. Not me, at least.

Also, has anyone ever bothered telling him to not talk to everyone that way? Because I have a feeling it's only going to be a matter of time before I end up giving him a piece of my own min