I'm sitting here, looking at the ceiling and trying to think of something to do. There seems to be so much to do, but I don't want to do anything. Neither film saves me, nor books attract me. I want something unusual, new, but I don't know what that ‘something’ is. Even the music's not the same today. I'll probably make myself some tea, maybe inspiration will come with the aroma of fresh tea. Or at least distract me from this endless feeling of boredom