Grasping At Straws

I find myself full of so many things I want to say, yet every time I try to write it out it just sounds like I'm whining. Whine, whine, whine, blah blah blah, whine, ad nauseam.  I've started this blog post five times now and each time deleted it and began again.  And look, now I'm even whining about not being able to write.  Good grief.

I wish I could think of something positive to write about, share a tidbit of my life that is happy and not mired in shit.  Hell, I even wish I could just bloody make up something positive, a nice shiny happy little fiction story where everything is good.  I'm not that good of a writer to fake something like that.

I'm grasping at straws to try and find something positive here.  I did start a new job that pays slightly more than I was making at the gas station; I'm now a stocker at a grocery store.  I'll need to come up with some new tales soon.

I have internet access at home again, so I can once again be a pain in the ass to you all on a regular basis here and on facebook.  Wait, that might not be positive, depending on your point of view....

I haven't been kicked out of my trailer yet, so that's good.....

I haven't been arrested yet I have no current pending legal entanglements, so that's good....

Still grasping.....ok here's one.  My dog makes me laugh every time I take her outside to do her business.....she grunts like a constipated old man as she poops.  I know, that's really grasping.

I think I'm grasped out.  But I'll keep working on it.  Christopher requested that I do another installment of "Good Me vs. Bad Me" but my sense of humor has been hiding under a rock and doesn't want to come out to play lately.  I'll see if I can scrap something together.

How do you find ways to stay positive when your life seems bleak?