I've had a couple of Christmas carols stuck in my head for the past week or so. Whenever this would happen during a quiet moment, I'd sing them to myself, often with the lyrics getting more and more puerile over time, because hey, I'm sure you all know what I'm like that this point. I just realised I've been sitting at my computer, singing "suck a big black hairy knob" to the tune of Hark! Now Hear the Angels Sing for the past hour at a steadily louder and louder volume, and that I must look like a completely and utterly deranged fuckwit (more so than usual, that is). If I weren't home alone, whether or not you lot ever see me again would most likely depend entirely on whether the local loony bin allows its patients internet access.