The Muse on Caffeine

"A dog starv'd at its master's gate predicts the ruin of the state."
--William Blake
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VOTE OR DIE

Don't you love when your muse suddenly finds a bit of catnip or whatever it is muses like to chew on and suddenly they start spitting ideas and info faster than you can write 'em down?

I woke up with this idea: sentinels, people who can transform into wolves. Now the muse has me thinking up wolf gods and excerpts from their "Bible." Hoo-boy. I gotta get me more of this "catnip for the muse" stuff, whatever it is.

Meanwhile, not much is happening, but I'm kinda upset that Iraq lost today's soccer match. It would have been so cool to see them go for gold--but ah well, bronze isn't so bad. So long as they can beat Italy next match.

Less than a week now until school. Ugh, and at the same time, yay! Senior year, man. And the senior shirts this year aren't as bad as I was expecting them to be.

Anyway! I'm off to quiet down the muse and get all this stuff down on paper before I forget it!