I failed at my attempt to work on a Friday night. I needed to begin packing since I’m moving in exactly one week. I managed to get a couple more boxes filled. I’m the type of person who hates seeing her home messy. Having an unorganized room freaks me the eff out. Typically I wait until the last minute to pack, but time is of the essence. What does that even mean?
I accomplished zero homework.
I have a lot of great ideas for writing, but I didn’t choose any of the topics. Because I was feeling particularly uninspired, I didn’t want to waste an article on a topic that could have been much greater. So we’ll see what happens next week.
What did I do? Well, I painted of course. I was in a completely random mood so you get a completely random picture.
I think that maybe a can of frosting would have helped inspired me. That or put me into a sugar-induced coma where I’d frolic among the words of the article I did not write.
What inspires you?