So I believe art school has slowly stifled my creative will into almost complete oblivion, to the point where picking up a pencil to draw seemed an unsurmountable task. However, in the past week I have determined the cure for this affliction! It appears that by drawing numerous repetitious pictures of my television, my ill will toward the creative process has dwindled. Who would have thought that doing something for onesself without the impending doom of public critique would make one feel unburdened and light as a feather? From now on, I'm only going to create stuff that everyone else will think is crap. Artistic liberation now.