Today, Chris and I go to see +Live+ at the Shoreline Ampitheatre.  Chris paid for the tickets, as a birthday present.  August 5th was my 20th, and Justine threw a little party for me at her house.  Uncle Bill and Karen, Uncle John and Phylis and Stevie all came.  I really don't feel like writing right now.  It seems as if all my tendencies to write are gone.  I haven't written a single poem for several months, close to a year probably, and I haven't been making any progress on my second novel.  I don't know, I just don't find the joy in writing that I used to.  It seems like just a chore now, something to do just to say I write, but I don't want it to be like that.  Everytime I think about it, I shrug it off, and go do something else.  I never just go and sit down and just try writing, however much I want to.  I really want to write, but I really don't want to write at the same time.  It drives me crazy every time I think about it.  What to say, What to say?