Baby Apocalypse Now!

-I'm trying to mentally recover from a quite uneventful involving: missing shows from two of my favorite bands (Album Leaf, Broken Social Scene), not receiving my paycheck from work I did over a month ago, shifting my work station between a shared desk and a dining room table, trying to find a place to live in Seattle that I can't afford to live in because I don't have a consistent job yet (and consequently being rejected by the art space because Mike makes too much money), tolerating my increasingly slower computer and trying to survive what seemingly is Baby Apocalypse at the house.
-I've been doing my best to stay afloat and try to keep everyone around me up, but it's starting to wear on me. A lot of things are starting to wear on me. I think I'm just tired of hearing "it'll get better." Sure it will. but who wants to wait for it to get better? I'm ever grateful for the good friends I do have and the Hawkins who have given me more than enough to be grateful for (roof over my head). I'm just starting to feel guilty about it all and need space. and need money. and need more money. I do have a couple freelance gigs which has been an ever saving grace in a time like this, but it's not going to be enough for me to function in the real world.
-Amoung all other things, I feel in a creative rut of sorts. I'm lacking my normal resources. I've tried to sit down and create just something for myself and have just failed. Ideas come and go, but the overall design and production rate of these projects is just little to none. There just seems to be a stutter in my normal creative flow.
-I don't want this post to make it seem like I'm totally in the dumper and ready to give up on everything. Definately not the case. I'm just having one of those days, and somehow felt the need to express this week's current events. Tomorrow will be another day, a Friday, and hopefully the weekend will give sufficient time to full recover myself and take hold of next week.