How could I resist?

The Pessimist's Mug.

I haven't posted in a while, I know.  I've actually been doing a whole lot of writing, but it has been of the very raw and very intimate variety, and thus not posted here.  Things are - tumultuous.  I'm rearranging mental furniture and opening up some boxes I haven't looked into in a long time, and it's shaking me pretty hard.  This isn't a bad thing - actually it's a pretty darn good thing - but it certainly isn't comfortable.  I'm looking forward to Flipside, and I'm approaching it with a different attitude this year.  Because of all of the emotional upheaval I've got going on, I'm actually going into F/s with a more open viewpoint.  I look forward to finding whatever I will find out there, whether it be good or not.  I think it will be a good burn.

Hm.  It's almost five, I need to get to bed.

Small surprises.

There is much joy in opening the butter cubby in the fridge and finding a forgotten stash of quality dark chocolate with espresso.  Yum.