The weekend has arrived. The first cold beer goes down quickly, backed up by Destroyer 666, the recent trove of Alan Moore goods from Top Shelf Comix (that lithograph is even more stunning than I'd hoped), and the quiet ruckus of ferrets. Soon will come a glass of Powers, writing, and perhaps company, though the latter is less than likely and not particularly necessary.

I thoroughly enjoy being in a good mood. Here's to it lasting until I crash at dawn.