Cirque du Ennui
I'm in one of those periods now where I'm just coasting. The apartment hunt is over but the move date is still comfortably far away. There are no pressing problems. And I find myself being an absolute lazy bastard. I'll get home from work and park myself in front of this computer and surf the same ten or fifteen sites over and over again, with occasional bouts of Guitar Hero and World of Warcraft thrown in for good measure.
I don't know if I have to be under some form of duress to feel the urge to do anything creative, but I think the fear is motivating. It's like, "Holy crap, my life is a mess! Better do something with it!" And then the crisis passes and everything settles back into a routine again.
Maybe I need to create some deliberate disruptions, things to toss things about so I don't get comfortable.
Or maybe I can take another crack at "Bark at the Moon" on Expert.
I did have one burst of creativity today that went completely unappreciated. A co-worker was describing someone's accent, and said they sounded like "a handicapped Scandinavian." To which I replied, "Oh, you mean a Handinavian."
Silence. Absolute, crippling silence.
Not that it's comedy gold, but come on, that was pretty quick, and I got jack. I'm Van Gogh, only to be appreciated after I'm dead.
And there's a big cookie taunting me from the kitchen. This could be bad.