tell me why-hiy...

Mayday! I'm going through a stage of downloading boy band songs just because I can. And listening to them repeatedly because they're bloody catchy.

Don't look at me like that.

Anyway, a total of two productive things happened today.

1) I finished the first half of my Christmas fic. This means that either I finish the second half before the day in question, or I finish it whilst under the influence of champagne/brandy custard/dessert wine/all three. Which could be disastrously amusing.

2) I got a haircut and now look like elvish!Jennifer Aniston. Eheh. The hairdresser got a teensy bit carried away with the layering, I think.

Man, don't you just love holidays?

Oh yes, just for sanguia, because of her irrational hatred of fandom!Remus:

"I'll tear his bloody-"

"You'll go downstairs and make tea, I think, actually," Remus told him firmly, the same threatening look in his eye that Lily used to use to control them all in their youth.

"What?"

"Tea, Padfoot. Now, please."

Sirius growled sulkily and stomped down the stairs.

See? It's not always HIM making the tea :P

...and the bloody author hasn't updated since October. Great. *trudges off to find something that's actually complete*

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Fic is done, with two days to spare. *is proud*

The beginning of the second half is a little dodgy, but I'll play with it tomorrow. I also came up with a seriously fucked alternate ending that I now really want to use just for the shock value. But I won't, because I'll get shot.

My brain hates me.