Bought a little Hot Wheels car, a little Beast-like 49 Merc, chopped and cropped. Cost me $20 damn dollars stupidly. I could've found a better deal but I've been jonesing for one so terribly lately. So I went for an offering to the Muse, some sacrifice to gain inspiration. God knows I need the inspiration. Lately I've been jotting down little junkets of dialogue. Kurlos summoning the Huntsman. Bobby and Tisandra. Rossum discussing God. They're tiny pebbles of ideas, thrown at a marble slab in hopes of carving out Michaelangelo's David (Ha! The presumption of this idiot, they say). But tossing pebbles beats sitting with your face in your hands, devoured by entropy. Every little bit helps, I suppose.