*Dusts off journal*

 

 

*sigh* Depression really stinks. Even as I get better, I still feel like my artistic muse couldn't be deader if I shot it in the face. I don't feel a *need* to write anymore, and that drives me nuts. I hope this isn't something I've lost forever during this battle. 

Maybe I'm just being negative because of this stupid cold. I've had post nasal drip for a week.

...You probably didn't want to know that.

On the bright side, I picked up Explorers of Sky again and am replaying the story. If anybody needs a rescue shoot me a note with the code and I'll try to help. So far I'm up to Treeshroud Forrest.