I'm down and out. Written on my hand is GUMPTION and RENT. One I urgently need to cultivate, and the other I'm reluctant to earn. With a friend whose stomach was hurting, I took a little medicine to help me read a sad paper with fresh eyes. It also helped me to regain my appetite, now being almost twelve hours since my precious glass angel shattered, each piece a lesson learned about how to treat special things with special care.