So what about January, mes amis? This month's been awfully chaotic for me. Can't deny it. [ Mostly circumstantial, though. ] However -- I'm still optimistic. This month will be the worst month of 2O18. So there. 'ONE OF TWELVE' Talking in riddles? Parading my woes? Speaking in a deep shade Of sweet purple prose? Spending my own sweet time Treading that fine line Between self-expression And self-obsession. Sweet January blues; "Dreary" is my situation. But I'm not choosing To spread the desolation. Today was a bastard And tomorrow will be cold. But the future? That's mine: I'll transmute it to gold. Blog me some blogging; Fight the good fight. Step by step upward Towards joyous light.