Beauty...

Drink up, baby doll,
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind,
'Cause it's all going off without you..
Excuse me,
Too busy,
Writing your tragedy,
These mishaps, you bubble-wrap,
When you have no idea what you're like...

Ok, so I heard those last lyrics as

"When you know I do want your love..."

So, today. I spent the last...fourteen hours wandering Silver Spring, trying desperately to write this play. So far, no good.


I spent a little while discovering Safeway is useless as a drugstore, and that Quarry House isn't open in the afternoons. I spent a few more hours talking to Jerry at McGinty's, and then Mark...then back over to Quarry, after ditching the laptop and spending an hour in Borders buying the world's simplest notebook. Then back over to McGinty's for what started as a bust (no open mic!) but ended as a beautiful night spent with my best friend...time we don't often spend anymore.


Words written? Zero.


Time well spent towards project? All of it.


Things still left unsaid? One.


The ending will write itself.


So let go (let go),
Jump in,
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right,
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown...
-Frou Frou