Brain Fart

I got an artist's journal today. On clearance. I'm cheap. I thought of making one to make it even more "creative" but it would've cost more money. I think I have artist's block. More like artist's coma. My creativity is alive somewhere in the recesses of my mind and surface briefly here an there. A little movement to give hope. But when I go to interact with it, it lies still and motionless. I need to revisit my list. I'm starting to forget what I'm supposed to be doing...