So last night I was reading this awesome spn_j2_bigbang mpreg fic,
and right as Jared goes into stress-induced (and if I'm remembering correctly, premature) labor, THE INTERNET DIES AND I CAN'T CLICK TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING WITH THIS SHIT. So I beseeched the God of the Interwebs to please have mercy on me, His adoring child, and make His face to shine upon me again. And He answered me, "Though I seem mysterious my child, I interfere only in thine own best interest. For verily, it is two in the morning, and thou dost have obligations to attend to very shortly." My schedule comes to me via email, so of course He knew I had to work in the morning. So I got my Marie Antoinette on and replied to Him, "LET THEM WATCH TV!" and He replied, "I know thee better than any my child, and thou wouldst go to work, but with only a moment's rest and what with thou bleeding so profusely, thou wouldst hate Me in the morning and curse My name and be cruel to your fellow man." I swore I wouldn't, I set forth offerings of cupcakes and kittens and signal boosters and posts without anything porn-related in them at all, but His will is strong, and He did not yield. "Go ye to bed, my child, and rest," He cried, "Jared will still be in labor tomorrow!" "HE WILL!?" I cried, dismayed that Jared should be suffering so long. "GO TO BED!!" The God of the Interwebs bellowed. And cowled before His wrath, I went.