Creatively Near Death

I was dead for a while. Working that 9-5 turns me inside out. By the end of the day slumped in the house on the couch with my soul coming out. Last thing was on my mind was writing. The creativity was dead rigor mortis, harder than my calcified pineal gland. On a serious note I was exhausted. Even with the full weekend my body doesn't feel fully recovered. Mind was pressured under the strain of meeting deadlines with no more money to gain. It is draining so being uninspired is a understatement. There's no time think.