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The weather has been so miserable lately. A spring that feels like it's been nothing but rain. I'm feeling a bit sunnier at the moment though. Still almost no appetite, but I've been sleeping better and my ability to concentrate has improved. If only my patience with people would do the same...

Working in media probably doesn't help, but it pays the bills and it's what I always told myself I'd do in the meantime while working on fiction. I haven't worked on fiction in years though. It fell by the wayside while the journalism gobbled up my life and time. I don't even know how to write anymore. It's no wonder journalism and alcoholism are so closely linked they've become a cliche.

But I am feeling better. I'm trying to be positive. The headlines are bloodstained and depressing - gunmen killing doctors and shooting up museums, some crazy woman killing a pregnant friend so she could carve the infant from the womb and claim it as her own - but I try to not let it bring me down. Everything is numb though. Some days people just feel like statistics.

Speaking of statistics, is there really any doubt why the New York Times is a sinking ship? I can't believe they even let them though the door... Way to steer right into the iceberg.