Aaand I return, not victorious, but slightly less defeated than usual.

Yes. Shut up. No one asked you.

First of all, I have a fantastically lovely (I overuse this word (in general, not in terms of this fic. In terms of this fic, it is not possible to overuse that word)) fic for my sesa present called The Number One Reason Why December of Remus Lupin's Sixth Year Was Good. And frankly, I feel that you should all go and adore it as much as I do. So there.

(And then, after that, I challenge you to find mine hidden in the, you know, list. Or whatever. I suspect that you've never been presented with a less challenging challenge.)

Have spent the last two days surrounded by family, and napping off horrible headaches, but, despite my expectations, Christmas was much less terribly than it, you know, could've been. I got my shiny new headphones that don't feel the need to cut out on me, and the first two season of Scrubs (JD/Cox OTP!); the VM soundtrack; the Blue-Eyed Son CD (remind me to do a music spam post 'fore I go home); Reefer Madness of DVD and an assortment of other things that combine together to make me slightly less hateful. Nothing makes me content faster than good shows sans the commercials on the teevee. And pink. I'm going through a phase. Don't judge me.

Managed, in time forced offline interacting with family, to get my aunt all nice and hooked on Veronica Mars (which I, selfishly, bought for my mother) with a very, very long marathon. We only managed to get mostly through the season, so there was skipping, and she guessed who it was, much to my horror and dissatisfaction. But she will be watching on Wednesday, so ha, I say, Ha ha Ha.

Though, as a point that is sort of related, I've thought up a few points that kind of bug me, then promptly forgot them. I do, however, still have a Weevil bunny nipping at my ankle, saying that I should find caps of his tattoos and write about them. Because it's evil, and crazed.

And, finally, because this post is getting to a length that could be described as pathetically long, if I person were looking for an apt description, among the various assortment of items, I got a new (250ish MB) flashdrive. I feel that it is your challenge, dear f-list, to fill it up with music. Lovely, lovely, music. Before I am forced to return to that darkness that I call dial-up come Tuesday evening sometime.

::air kisses::