Well...It Looks Like It's Time To Go Back In The Closet

I don't know why, but the muse has not been kind to me lately. I try to grab hold of an instrument or writing utensil, but nothing happens. I'm in a creative rut, over the imaginary hill, out of magic juice. I'm thinking of heading back into the school closet, got some great stuff out of that zone, but I feel that's just a creative step backwards. I need a new inspiration, a new samba to dance to. Where it is, I haven't the slightest clue.

On another note, Shia Labeouf lost his finger?