I'm cleaning my room. I've almost managed to fill the two dumpsters out in the garage, and the middle seat in the van is covered in bags and boxes to go to Goodwill. And I thought I was a fairly minimal person.

But the thing that's really getting to me is how much better my art was in high school, which was, in fact before art school. It's like all my creativity has been completely sucked dry in the past three years. I wonder if it's the pressure to be "creative" all the time, or the result of a serious, time consuming relationship, or just a tired reaction to everything else I have to worry about in the adult world.

Mostly though, I blame it on art school. I am starting to wonder if I should have gone at all.