I'm sitting here at my desk, trying to remember the last time I saw my sketchbook. I can't even remember the last time I used it. Inspiration is rare. I lack the pretty words, but now the images fill my head.

Thinking back, depression has always brought out the artist in me. But now I'm frustrated because Hobby Lobby isn't open until 9:00 (when I'm supposed to be at work). According to their website, Wal-Mart carries a small one, but I don't know that I trust them to have them in stock.

Maybe I'll stop by on the way to work this morning.

Argh.