I've been up since 3:30am drawing panels on sheets of paper, swiveling in my chair to stare at a printed page of dialog, and then on one of the sheets cross something out while making a noise of frustration. At some point in the last hour since I first started doing my laundry (Before my early work shift) a nameless, veiled figure approached my apartment door and left me a wonderful gift of groceries. This being did not knock or make any noise. It floated just above the ground, arms outstretched, while its bountiful haul of food and beverages mysteriously followed behind it. Or maybe it was a drone or something, I don't know, but it sure as heck beats walking 45 minutes each way to the grocery store.
(Originally from 08/28/15)