Indy to DP: The journal was looking for writing about weather.
DP (mostly asleep): Mmph. What time is it?
Indy: It’s early.
Indy: After trying and failing for two weeks to write that essay about hurricanes [that I’ve been trying to write for YEARS], I submitted some poems about space weather.
Indy: I’m not like other people.
Indy: Sometimes it’s a comfort, but sometimes it’s not.