I haven't been drawing as much as I usually do what with mysterious aches attacking me and the ever present French conjugations staring at me. I decided to go ahead and do what one has to do anyway. The first two sketches went phut and I thought, 'finished! I've lost it! I'll never be able to draw again!'. Then I drew a little more and things slowly fell into place. Somewhat. But the point is I could breathe more easily after drawing something.