I really don’t like when I’m trying to create a new beat, but I feel like everything I’m starting has been done before. Frustratinggggggg as all hell! It’s one of those times where you just have to force yourself to write and get past whatever buriers are holding your thoughts from flowing.. Saturday evenings during the winter have a nostalgic feeling about them for some odd reason. I seem to have no other desire than to just sit back and reminisce about days that will never come again. I know, I know, all sounds dull and even a bit depressing, but hey: life can’t be all about cookies and icecream 24/7. Besides, this melancholia is eventually bound to stir up some creativity.