Did you hear my phone vibrate? I swear I thought I heard something. Okay, back to business: I cannot gain momentum to even begin my most anticipated project. I feel dread and dissatisfaction from this realization, so I turn on the television to find a means to mentally escape into a different purpose. Soon enough, I am looking into the names of cast members in said television show. The day is at an end and my art supplies are still in packaging, starting its journey of collecting dust alongside their respective receipt from the art store. The rest of the night is reserved for sulking and absolutely no motivation or logical thought is allowed entry. I will bask in my nothingness in the hope that something will be inevitable. I am dreaming further and further into what could be accomplished. My eyes suddenly widen at the sight of my grandson blowing out his birthday candles and the year is 2067.