No caffeine=unhappy

I've been trying to kick my vacation caffeine addiction and it's not going well so far. Forgive me for any sentence structure mistakes I may make. My head fills like its filled with syrup and any quick movement threatens to send me hurtling into the sixth dimension. Yea, the sixth. Forget about the fourth and fifth. I was really hoping that chocolate so dark even Satan would thumb his nose at it would help. It didn't. Neither did gorging on beans. I think that made the problem worse.
If you haven't noticed, I changed my blog design again. This time I plan on keeping it for longer than a week. You'll also notice I added a portfolio section. It is currently empty. To be honest, as an artist, I'm embarrassed to open the page. The art I have spans many years and lacks coherent style. I am ashamed that I feel so little connection to it, and feel that I have failed as an artist. The art there simply isn't me. Josh says I spend far too much time making art for other people and not for myself. Perhaps that's why I fail. I do what others will enjoy while silencing myself at the same time.
I'm currently working on my first ever three part series inspired by my favorite movement, Art Nouveau. I have never done anything like it before and really hope that it awakens something within me. I hope. My optimism decided to pack its bags the day I kicked out coffee.

At least Boog is pretty optimistic.