I've had to urge to blog for a few days now, but at the same time, I have no idea what to write about. A strange combination, if I do say so myself.
At the moment, I still want to be creative. But in my mind, I don't know what to do. Painting things for my cousin sounds boring, I don't want to swim, and I have no skin tone for clay people. I want to occupy myself with something productive, but I have no idea what I want to do.
Hopefully sometime soon me and my grandmother can go and get fabric for Halloween. That's the only thing that sounds remotely interesting.