My imagination is on holidays.  I have never felt so uncreative. 

Why is it that when there is no preassure, I can come up with the coolest ideas and stuff, but as soon as something is REQUIRED of me, it all goes to shit?  Dammit!

I wish I was knitting mittens.  

I hate cloudy skies and rain.  I don't like the way it makes my hair kinky.  Kink is good in moderation, but not when it's in your hair.  Hairy kink...hehehe.  K-I-N-K-Y.  Like my imagination.  I need to iron it out.   

I think I must sleep in the arts lounge.   Do not disturb happy fun ball.