An Internal Monologue

I may be drowning in ideas. Overwhelmed by possibilities, and tracked by fear that whatever I set out to do, I could screw it up. But still, I can see things working in my mind's eye. Now all I have to do is get them out.

I've been so surrounded by distraction recently, both internally and externally, that I've been almost completely unproductive. I've _almost_ gotten a lot done, but it never works out. The 18 or so half-finished and half-formed blog entries that never got put up are only the tip of that particular iceberg.

I'm currently poor, perpetually minorly ill, and constantly in a pissy mood.

I've never felt more artistic in my life.