Creatively Constipated

I am blocked. I have no more creativity. Somehow I got sucked dry. I don't know what did it or who did it. Well, for the sake of those who read my blog... I hope it returns soon. I REALLY hope it returns soon, because I am trying to put out a publication with my writer's group and I need to scribble out a few more things, but I'm dry. Nothing comes out when I hold a pen over blank paper! NOTHING!

I can't babble anymore about this creative blockage. I must shower and sleep so I can get up early and work work work work! But I only have a week and a half at my summer job... and 3-4 weeks at the main job. YAY! Poverty sets in soon! But I shall enjoy my free time. Ya gotta do it every now and then. Once a job starts ruling your life you have to cut it out until you find another job that you can sustain yourself on until it takes over your life to... and so on... and so on!

I'm excited though, because my roommate showed me a secret ninja shortcut home from downtown. Now I don't have to walk up 3 blocks of extreme steep hillage. YAY! Plus, the short cut is going through the courthouse and today I saw two little kids getting escorted into the court. They were shackled at the feet and wrists! I wonder what they did. They were between the ages of 7-12. Babies. Exciting, anyways.