Between the Launch! Wait, JK! ABORT ABORT! of NonSociety 1.5 and the Mary kittenfight, my anxiety levels shot up to Defcon 1 ARGHHHH-NEED-SUGAR-NOW levels. Given that there are still three boxes of Frango mints in my kitchen, this was a serious situation indeed.
I was THISCLOSE to tearing into one, totally violating my New Years resolution to cut back on sugar. But violating a resolution in the wee hours of January 2nd? What would that spell for the rest of the year?
So I looked at the box, and talked myself off the candy-ledge: “Take a deep breath and put the Frangos down. You don’t have to do this. You’re better than this. Don’t let it control you!”
AND IT WORKED!
Whoa.
