Florrie Fisher, are you my mother?

Sometimes I wonder if -and desperately hope- I am related to Florrie Fisher, famed user, boozer, and loser, and artistic muse of Amy Sedaris. I felt kind of betrayed the first time I saw this:

Clearly, Florrie Fisher is incredibly awesome, and without someone like Jerri Blank of Strangers With Candy to inhabit her memory, she would be lost in the annals of after-school-special history forever. My sense of betrayal came from the realization that Jerri Blank wasn't completely fashioned from Sedaris' twisted and brilliant mind. Now, I'm a jerk for Jesus. I understand that art isn't created in a vacuum and it never was. Does the fact that Jerri Blank was not an entirely fictional character mar Amy Sedaris' comic worth or ability? The answer is no, of course, and furthermore I'm genuinely glad that Florrie was the precursor to everyone's favorite 46-year-old high school freshman. In many ways, her existence makes Jerri Blank better, because now she is not a fantasy. My only remaining hope is that Florrie is my long-lost mother, and that as a baby she traded me for a guitar, or better yet, a pitcher of beer.