When I am not inspired, I stoop to consuming and being entertained. I watch movies, TV shows, and other mindless amusement, like looking at cars on eBay. But they are all the same thing, nothing new. I want to see radical custom hot rods, not another car with 24” rims. I don’t buy anything, but it’s the thought that counts. And I feel kind of dirty.

This has been a difficult year for me. I started working on version2 of LifeTeen.com over a year ago. Five months into the project, we ran out of money. Months went by and nothing happened. I went on an MTV show to kill time. Now I can’t find inspiration.

It’s difficult to work after I’ve lost the fire in my belly. The pasts several months I’ve fulfilled my duty, but not worked out of passion. Everyday I go into the studio and invent tasks for me to complete. There’s always the existing LifeTeen.com but it’s old news to me. It’s hard to date your ex-girlfriend after you’ve met your fiancé.

But this afternoon Phil will sign the contract that brings on a team of coders to help finish the mission. In one week I could be shoulder-to-shoulder with the prodigies, forging our way to the brave new world.

Until then, I’ll sip coffee and type this journal. Now that I’ve typed all of this out, I realize I am sorting out the excesses of my Christmas vacation. I’ve not lost inspiration—I am just frustrated. In a few hours, people will come over for our New Year’s party. So it’s time to get ready. See you next year! (That’s so junior high, but I couldn’t help myself.)