From Writing to Rage

Considering activity to be the best remedy for  depression, Fio combed through about three hours of her past last evening, which made her depressed all over again. She finally found a cache of short stories she'd written when times were so bad that she was seeing a shrink, and most of the stories are dark, one of them so dark that, recognizing it immediately, she didn't read past the title.
     Fio, did you throw it in the fire? Heavens, no! It's one of the best things I've ever written!
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There were several observations and notes-to-self in one of the folders Fiorella was going through--travel ideas, what her characters should be wearing, brainstorms for new stories, even a plot for a TV sit-com involving four romance writers who live together. Hmm...that one still sounds pretty good.
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Even more depressing, there were all too many notes that Fiorella couldn't figure out in the least, like the ones from her grad school days, when she could actually read Latin, Russian, Telugu, French, and some German. Others involved deceased friends like Nicole Domingue, and Sharon Kite.
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Of course, the current political scene doesn't help lighten your faithful correspondent's mood. She's written SHAME on so many Facebook posts that readers must think it's the only word she knows, but she never even imagined a government could be so out-in-the-open corrupt, nor that so many people would endorse it. For herself, all she wants to do is settle down with her family, her writing, her art, her musical compositions, and maybe be able to pick up some of those languages she's lost.
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Okay, Fio admits she wasted too much of today running around Georgetown for (1) a 1960's country-western CD she wants to buy, (2) a bag of Hershey Nuggets so she wouldn't spend all her time cooking up her last box of chocolate fudge, (3) the local jeweler to find out if the gems in the stickpins she's found are real or not.
     HOWEVER....neither Target nor Best Buy could guide her to the CD, neither Target nor H-E-B had any Hershey Nuggets in stock, and the jeweler told her the stickpin gems weren't worth . anything. Angry about the waste of time, Fiorella stopped by Walgreens as her last resort, found the Nuggets, and, in her rage, bought four bags. By the time she got home, there were just three bags, and she was burping a lot.