I am realizing that I have to choose between social life and creativity. CREATIVITY OR DEATH is echoing in my brain. Social life seems to be sapping my creative energy and taking up free time. I used to be so much more of a mole man so I would make shit in my mole hole a lot more often. I am loving all of the traveling and exploring and gabbing it up at dinners and parties I've been doing lately, but there is a growing discomfort in me due to this lack of making shit and it's making me squirm.
