Sigh.

I'm slightly drunk and I need to talk to Christy but I can't seem to get ahold of her.

I want to write again.  I want to feel free again.  I want inspiration.  I want Christy to move here so I can talk to her.  I want my stories to go somewhere instead of just fizzling out and joining the pile of forgotten tales that never got finished.

Everything is terrible, and I need to talk to Christy.