I feel homesick for creativity. I want to write, to manipulate some photos and paste, no, staple, no, tape them onto a piece of lined office paper. And then write something so profound that it stays with me for days.
Unfortunately, today was not that day.
Tonight is not that night. It's too late and I have court tomorrow and then at least 2-3 more days of hard work, physically, landscaping 111.
Pce
