When my Creativity eloped with Commonsense...

I've not posted anything in the last week...
It is because my creativity got really pissed off, when I disturbed him from his lazy life style and started using it frequently. He was so irritated by it and one day he eloped!!! When I sat down to write a post and called him, there was no response. I knocked at his door but no reply... I pushed the door gently and it was open. The room was empty and I got a letter from the table. With trembling hands, I took the letter and read it. Here's the content of the letter...

Mr Abru,
I am fed up with the recent changes in your attitude towards me. I was living happily till now. Once you started posting your blog, you are exploiting my services... Previously I used to get lot of free time and I was living happily inside your mind. You already know that I am not so strong and energetic like my neighbour stupidity or his cousin foolishness. But let me remind you one thing. They are also really annoyed by the continuous work. I can't stand your continuous torture and work like a dog every day. So I'm leaving for a long leave. I hope that you will learn a lesson from this and will change back to the older lifestyle. I will comeback only if you agree my following terms and conditions.
1) Will not torture me with heavy workload.
2) Will allow to take leaves whenever I want.

One more thing...
As I'll be bored if I went alone, I'm taking my girlfriend Commonsense, along with me... She told me that she has told her friend Stupidity to work for her. So you have to adjust with him.
May or may not be back. Don't search for me...
yours,
Creativity.

That is the reason why I'm not posting anything. One can adjust without creativity. But without commonsense? I understood that it is a real risk for life...
No, I'm not interested in revealing the effects of living one entire week, with stupidity in place of Commonsense. Just understand that it is like Bungee jumping without the rope!!!. I've done many blunders which I've never done in my last 24 years. The most simple one is stopping the treadmill by pulling out the key, while I’m running on it at 8 km/hr. I don't know why I did it!!! But after that I realized why I should not do it again!!! Now you can guess the severity of the rest.

Dear creativity and Commonsense,
if you are reading this post, please come back. I'm ready to accept all your conditions. Be aware that you will not get so much free time, anywhere else in the world... Remember those old days... Come back...
Yours obediently,
Abru.