shad

I was going to do a post about the nature of depression, and the role it plays in the artist's life. But then I came home and the registry on my laptop was fucked, and I had to reformat my hard drive and reinstall the OS. So that was totally appropriate.

And then I read my friend's LJ, and she had twins but one of them died, and the other almost dies nearly every day. And I realize, seriously? Get the fuck up. Get over yourself. Get on with it.

So I will. And I'm sorry it takes something like that to remind me what actually matters.