So what happened Monday? Blankets. I quite literally started working on how to do the blankets Sunday morning, and didn’t get it done right until Monday afternoon.
I think I slept 3 hours in there,
No, 4. I dozed off around 11:30 pm, Monday and woke up after about an hour, in a panic. (I had other deadlines I was juggling). Let no one tell you webcomics are easy.
Charley’s place is both big and small. It’s about 600 sqft, in a studio loft layout. I’m not sure if I’ve the dimensions right, but there’ll be tweaks anyhow. I never stop tweaking.
Deif the holographic cat is not as unusual as he seems.
DIEF: You took your hangover remedy. What's all the distress about?
CHARLEY: I'm distressed 'cuz I'm an idiot.
DIEF: That's not actually an answer, right.
CHARLEY: I had one job last night, right? One job that was not "hit on the straight girl."
We've been over this. "Gay-dar" is not a real ability. As for the rest, I'd say it was an unconventional plan, but it worked.
CHARLEY: Great. Maybe I'll drop the cloak and dagger shit, and start a new career treating the suicidally depressed with obnoxius passes, eh?
DIEF: I smell sarcasm.
CHARLEY: I smell like a distillery. I'm going to get a shower. We can talk later.
DIEF: I'm a holographic projection. Being in the shower won't do more than distort me a bit.
CHARLEY: Again, Dief, you aren't a real cat. You don't have to watch what I do in the bathroom.