Has The Well Run Dry?

At least for now, I think it has.

I've always believed that there's no such thing as writer's block; that the more you write, the more you CAN write, and so on. But for the last couple of days, as I've mentally looked around to find something to write about, there's been nothing. Or nothing worthwhile, anyway (that's the Critic speaking up, I know) .

I'm coated in a sort of gluey, translucent layer of indifference. So what if I never write again? So what if I never make another drawing? Everything seems like such an effort...
sigh,
yawn,
fade to black.