Two things, both of which prove I'm insane.

One, I went to bed at around 12:50 AM, and just as I was getting into bed I realized I hadn't eaten dinner because I was writing part 3 of Plans.

So I got up to get something to eat.

And while I was making some scrambled eggs, I suddenly thought of how to fix a little bridging problem between two scenes, and the next thing I know here I am again, eggs cold on the stovetop. And it's a quarter past 1 in the morning.

I am deeply disturbed.