Where does the mind go? Simple things like feeding the cat and changing one's shirt, shaving and eating simply fall by the wayside in the face of...of those things, those distracting things I can't put a name to just now, yes. We all have those moments, don't we, those moments where suddenly two weeks have gone by and the power company's nipped 'round to turn off the mains and the food in the icebox starts to evolve, you know. Bloody inconvenient, this business of having to remain conscious and sober simply to take care of the practicalities of life, I used to have people to handle this sort of thing but I do believe they've all gone off somewhere. Unless that distinct odor wafting from the root cellar portends more than a barrel of ale cracked and spoiling in the dirt...but never mind that. I'll have myself roused and ready and contributing to the craft in no time, no time at all. Just you wait. Now...must find a drop or two of the green fairy, yes...
What?
What?
Stay away from that green fairy. She is a bitch.