So I went to the comic book store, and I saw this book about  mechanical design, way super si-fi. I had the knack to go home and start on a new project. As I got home, got out of the car, up the porch, and into the living room, I lost it.. All of it.. Not sure what happened, but I guess the fact that I was home completely destroyed my creativity. Its times like these that I think its about time to find a new place.

I decided to take a nap, hoping that this would cure my loss in creativity. I woke up less motivated and with the pattern of the couch fabric on my forehead. Aurgh!!! Ok, I need to come at this from another approach! I still want to start this project, but I have the strangest feeling that once I break out the supplies, that it will be just another wasted effort. Better luck tomorrow. I think my work has something to do with my loss in imagination... Vacation maybe?