Tuesday morning, we meant to go to the Post Office, Powell's, Periodicals Paradise and Trader Joes (which unfortunately doesn't start with 'P'), so I could work on Wednesday's comic in the afternoon. Well, we managed to get out the door about 3:00 p.m., and to oh_that_jocelyn's party right at 6:00. So when I got home (late and VERY tired), even though I hadn't finished the script for the comic, all I could handle was just going to bed.
I woke up a few times in the middle of the night. Was I dreaming possible scripts, or was my brain jumping to the task as soon as I'd wake up? Hard to say, but in the morning, I had a page with scrawled notes, written in the dark. It didn't help much, but this morning I did figure out what to write and put together the comic so it went out only an hour later than usual. I also assembled Friday's comic. I don't want to spend another night writing comics in my sleep.