Dear Creativity.

This might sound lewd but you�ve given me some of your juices over the years.

Today, though, dear creativity, I am bone dry when it comes to.

Have you decided to hate me?

I sat down to paint, but ended up staring at white canvas. I ended up spilling some paint on it, only to run to get a wet washcloth to wipe it away the mistakes. Sadly, I decided to work with watercolors and it dried to quickly.

I tried to finish a short story. It didn�t happen. I stared at the screen, smoking cigarette after cigarette while listening to music. When the CD stopped and I was out of time, that�s when I blamed you.

You�re the reason I couldn�t finish that story.

I tried to design a diary layout. I stared at notepad, blinking, not being able to visualize what I saw in my mind yesterday. I couldn�t design so I obviously couldn�t write html code either.

I tried to make a banner for myself and for my friend but it was never made because of you.

Maybe it�s bad luck and just a bad day, but I still blame you for not being there for me when I needed you. I rely on you a lot more than you or I think.

I tried to rely on you when my boss wanted the organization�s newsletter designed up a bit more neatly. I failed miserably and now I have to wait until tomorrow to see what he says. Quite frankly, creativity�this is all of you�re fault for not being there.

Why, why, why, why, why did you decide to not let that juice flow when I so terribly needed it? If I upset you somehow, I am sorry.

However, you have really pissed me off and I think that I too, deserve an apology as well for all the emotional distress, frustration and anger you�ve caused me today and you will be fortunate if you ever hear from me again.

Sincerely,

Moonie.

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