I am also Mary Fucking Sunshine. Sorry guys. I've got an appointment with a cognitive behavioral therapist next week, so I can straighten out my messed up head some. So you can't say that I whine without doing anything to try and fix it, at least.
There are actually lots of things that I'm grateful for. I can even actively feel the ways in which some of those things alleviate some of the psychological distress. So that's probably an indication that I'm not in a clinical depressive state.
For example, I think it's really lovely that there is such a thing as "feedback poetry".
Pursuant to that, here is an example of some slash fiction that doesn't suck: Here and Here (the second being a sequel to the first.) These brief pieces (very tame, and entirely SFW) are by the incomparable troyswann, who also wrote me glorious SGA femslash for my birthday (which is probably somewhat less SFW). She could write circles around the people who actually get paid to write these shows, IMO.
I think E and I are going to make the effort to come out of our little protective shell and be sociable this weekend. We'll probably be at both Freaks United and Kabi's 4th party. So perhaps we will see some of you.