Viva La Resolutión

Terrestrial exodus? Death? Oh, please. Mostly I blame my dearth of bloggy effluence on the time leech that is Liz, but it's not as if I haven't been busy before, and still found time to blog. I've been doing lots of memorable things; hanging out with great friends 'till all hours of the night: solving the world's problems, and bearing consternation at our own before the Throne. I haven't been dancing as much lately. It is both a symptom and partial catalyst of my mental discomfort. I miss it physically; my body is anxious for exercise, but tomorrow morning, I will satiate it well enough with paintball. I think the main reason I haven't been posting to my blog lately is that my mind hasn't been settled: I write about what I think about, but often, I cannot write my thoughts, particularly if they are unresolved. Certain breath-bated of my readers will be happy to know that resolution is at hand⁰. As a P, I tend to thrive on a certain level of uncertainty, ambiguity, and cavalierness, much to the chagrin¹ of the Js in my life. This, however, only extends to a point². My free-spirited intuition must have its basis in truth, and I cannot remain permanently in a state of flux³.

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⁰And, presumably, as a consequence, more frequent posts. ¹And intrigue, admit it! ²Or it might be considered a fault, which would be inconceivable. ³The monotony of it would be terribly boring.