Today I had my first burst of inspirations since I don't even remember. I sketched better then I have since I left for Japan and it felt like I could have kept going for houers on end just like I used to. But then I'm hit with reality. Clean up the kitchen and go to work in thirty minutes. The walk to my job is pretty short but I cried every step of the way, I never knew it would make me so miserable to repress my creativity.