Poor poor pitiful me

I'm sick.

My car is literally falling apart.

I haven't done any painting in a couple weeks.

I've flaked on commitments to next year's flower show.

I'm being abused by my boss.

I've been blue.

I have no money.


Meh.


Here's to the end of the pity party...
Life beats down and crushes the soul, and Art reminds you that you have one. -- Stella Adler