For the past four or five days I've been lacking a passion towards life and work. I don't know why, I don't feel depressed and nor am I suffering from creative block. Actually I would think the opposite - I've filled up two pages in my notebook of ideas and concepts and instead of working on then I've spent the past few days reading old magazines and books, watching movies (MALCOLM X is worth 230 minutes of your time), ignoring my cell phone, enjoying reruns of FULL HOUSE (you know you've lost it when your laughing at a DANNY TANNER joke) hanging out with my mom (who seems annoyed of me for some reason) and eating half a dozen chocolate chip cookies in one sitting.
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