So, here we are. A thursday they tell me, not too dissimilar to a friday but an earlier version of the same. Creatively stifled, sitting at work pondering the creative nature of myself and how it lends itself to procrastination of many things, how is it that today my mind is clouded? Any other day and ideas would flow with ease, yet today is different, today is strange. Why? I don't know just yet why today acts differently but it does, rest assured.