the opposite of flow

I'm not sure exactly what has happened, but something has stuck a pin in my creativity and it's leaked almost in it's entirety out of my ears. I am unmotivated to write. I have ideas, but can't be bothered to write them down. It's "Cleaver"'s fault. Maybe this is what resting on one's laurels, basking in one's own glory feels like. But I just feel idle. I'll give myself this weekend and Monday to feel it out and then get back into the swing of things naturally. Hopefully.