The Corner of Insanity

So earlier this morning I had a post composed in my head that was me whining about how I'm not writing, how I'm an utter failure at life in general, that my creativity was dead, that I really shouldn't be bothering anyone with anything.

But the only thing true in the above statement is that I'm not writing.

I am not an utter failure at life in general or even life in particular, since I'm still alive. Yes, I'm in pain right now, but I'll deal, as I always have.

My creativity is certainly not dead, just taking different forms. I'm really interested in my sewing class, and I picked up a cross-stitch that I haven't touched in months to work on at work. Also, I got a catalog in the mail yesterday that offered a set of "illuminated" coloring books and pens for $30, so I may ask my Dad to get that for me.

So, that is the state of the Jenn at the moment.

1) Upper Respiratory Infection
2) Fibromyalgia

I have horse pills for the first, and an increase in Cymbalta for the second with more to come if that doesn't make any difference.

In honor of being defective, here's my favorite song about it