Current mood:	curious
Current music:	"The Royal Banners," AGAIN, despite its NOT BEING LENT.

The Postman Always Rings Twice

... alternative subject heading, "The Postman Cometh."

At 8:00 this morning, the postman dropped by (he did, in fact, ring twice) with a parcel of Christmas gifties to me and the flatmate, from

bironic , who now officially rocks.

However, this charming little domestic incident would have been much better, all told, if I hadn't been naked at the time.

And the bizarre reverse-time internal muzak system is getting kicked up again; it's almost Advent, so of course I have Holy Week hymns stuck in my head, while the minute I start abstaining from sweets and getting ashes smeared on my forehead I'll start to have Christmas carols running through my mind. It never fails.

Meanwhile, the full moon was something ridiculous like three nights ago, and I still haven't written my drabble for

catilinarian .  Though I do have an idea.  Why is it that my drabbles always seem to involve Draco Malfoy getting tied to a bed and whipped?