Good & simple from Theory at Shopbop.
I ran into the mustard sandwich lady again recently – no, actually, I saw the discarded sandwich corners and those led me to the perpetrator. She wasn't wearing her fantastic getup from before; the stiff fisherman's jacket and terrifyingly big boots were no longer, replaced by less eccentric versions of themselves. She also didn't reek of my favorite condiment.
I spent the entire workday drawing storyboards for a new project. Earphones in, head down, and pencil in hand was cathartic, more organic, than the usual routine, but there was also inconsistency that came with. Today was an off day. Half my illustrated characters appeared to have been recently beaten up, and the other half had evidently misplaced a collarbone or a kneecap or a foot when I wasn't looking. Sometimes it's a tricky thing, getting the mind and the hand in cahoots.
After work: sunshine + baked macaroni + cosmopolitan = sufficiently satiated.