Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Said this a few times in the bathroom mirror tonight with the lights out, and when I turned the lights back on, I saw only myself standing there holding a Bloody Mary, the same Bloody Mary that I'd been holding when I walked in.
Such has been the last few days, lost in my birthday weekend with a few days to myself as a head start. Much progress on the book and lots of time to catch-up with people and places. Only one gig and then I was off to nothing more than being a writer, a lost weekend in every sense of the word.
Still a few days left of this sabbatical, and lots of Zing Zang Bloody Mary mix left in the fridge = Productivity.
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