In which Stella learns the value of "Just One Cow"

[wail from the other room]

M: What's the matter, little cat?

S: I'm ssoooo boooooorrrrrrrrrrrreeeddddddddd.

M: I see. People were asking about you at the meeting this month.

S: Me? Really? What'd they say?

M: They were wondering when you'd get off your duff and post something again.
S: I'm not inspired.

M: Sometimes you just have to do something, any little thing, without worrying about it to get going.
S: Oh all right. Let me get up.

S: What's that?
M: Last week's grocery store flyer.
S: You're not going to throw that out, are you?
M: Last week's flyer.
S: Vintage paper. 

S: I could Do Something with this.
M: That's the spirit, little cat. 

S: Come look.
M: So soon? ooh. What do you call it?
S: "Tuna Dreaming: Deep Water, Deep Winter"

M: Ah. Conceptual.
S: All art is conceptual.
M: Very wise, pretty girl. And you didn't even have to get out of the bed.
S: I'm back. Alert the media.