Five things, take one

The results of my uber-scientific and terribly important poll are in. Apparently you all like chocolate digestives the best, and you think rich tea and bourbons are teh suck. I sort of agree... I like chocolate digestives with coffee, and I've never liked bourbons since I was about three and ate a packet at a sitting. TMI, probably. More and more, I think I was a horrendous child. I've still not got over the whole thing where, y'know, I was so horrendous my mother put antihistamines in my milk.

I have nothing of interest to talk about. The most significant thing on my to-do list right now is Making My Bed. Obviously I cannot do this right now, as I am currently sitting in it, but there is a pillow stuck between it and my bedside table, and another one on the floor on the other side of the room, and I have a Rajasthani bedcover tied up with a sheet in a pile on the floor. Also, I think I've been sleeping with a packet of digestives and my laptop power cable for the last couple of nights days. I think it's official: I am a slob. A hopeless, irredeemable slob. I think there may be a gene that codes for it.

Anyway, moving on, the reason everything is such a state is because my sleep cycle is now exactly misaligned with day and night. I'm going to bed at seven am and getting up round about three. It's ridiculous. Anyway, just so this isn't completely content-less, I give you:

( Five Times Sirius Black Escaped Detention )

I don't know how that got so long. Looking back, it's almost fic-length. For some reason, lately I've been reading Sirius/Remus like it's going out of fashion. Because all I need is another stint in HP fandom, oh yes.

Edited to add: It's a thousand words, it is a fic. Groan.