Why is it that I'm most inclined to type when I'm stressed?

So I down a glass of red wine
Contemplate sketching
Remember that my sketchbook is in the car, and so, abandon the idea
And decide to post
an entry
that no one else will ever read.

Damn
Aren't we just the productive ones today?

Went to PLU to visit this weekend
then came home
and that last line almost brings tears to my eyes again.

I love visiting. It's nice to be around a group of people that want to hang out with me, just for the sake of spending time with me.
I have room for inspiration there
Hope
Dreams
And I come home
and stare unemployment, an empty bank account, and bills in the face.

I don't know how much more of this I can handle.

I am miserable.