I Got Nothin

No topic. No inspiration. Nothin'.

This is probably the only time in my life when I know I'm really an artist; when I hit the funk...the lows...the blahs...when everything in my life is wonderful and as it should be, yet I'm still drowning...that's when I know I'm cursed with an artist's soul.

Either that, or I'm crazy...and I mean that in the kindest sense of the word. Aren't one of you a psychotherapist? Yeah - that kind of crazy.