i'll be sitting in bed starring at the wall or a computer screen or whatever book i am trying to read and suddenly it hits me-- the urge to draw! just like in the old days, when i would zone out while taking notes in chemistry or standing idly behind the counter at the whatever shitty coffee house i happened to be slinging bagels at at the time. but then as the urge grows, i look around and the perfect pen is nowhere to be seen. SURE there's a shitty BIC on the bedside table and crayons in my backpack and a sharpie on the bedside table just as sure as there is dry spaghetti in the pantry, hot water on the stove and half a jar of ragu in the fridge, but what i really need to get this doodle started is a fucking 20 oz ribeye with a grilled mushrooms and a side of shrimp and grits.
maybe i'm uninspired or maybe i'm just a starving artist.