It’s happening again. 

That thing where I want to write something and be creative, but I feel unreasonably boxed in by… something. I don’t know what it is. Perhaps I’m just being “OCD” about the creative process. Perhaps I’m just being lazy. I feel like someone’s forcefully holding a pillow over my brain and it is suffocating because brains have lungs right.

I’ll tell you what’s really bumming me out, though: The fact that I still don’t have a fully functional computer of my own. I still can’t watch video, listen to audio, play games, or use Photoshop on this thing. And, given how momentarily out-of-the-question and unlikely finding employment is for me right now, buying a new one is still something of a no-go.

The friend who, five months ago, said he would give me a used laptop still hasn’t come through with one. I kind of want to yell at him about it because, hey, he did say he was going to send me one — but, also, he did say he was going to send me one, so maybe I should be cool about it? I don’t know what the protocol is for the giving/not giving of laptops.

So, basically, if I could Photoshop Star Trek screencaps and listen to Frank Black on Spotify right now, I would probably (definitely) be a creative whirlwind. Whatever, world.