I've been reading some of my old notebooks for inspiration because I can't think of anything to write today. The best thing I've come across was the line, "I feel like an animal in an old, cheap zoo."

Right now I don't feel like an animal in an old, cheap zoo; I feel like my brain has been secretly replaced with sawdust.

This is an old favorite web page of mine that details various experimental writing methods. I haven't looked at it in a long time, although I probably should give it a good going over and see if I can find a way to snap myself out of my sloth-like mood.