I'm always to be found with something to drink near at hand. always.
Once, long ago, I was painting some stuff for a freind of mine in one long, marathon session, and without really looking up, or being completely clear-headed, reached out for my drink, and took a sip from the cup of dirty, yucky water I'd been rinsing my brushes in since the last time I had changed it (which was like three hours beforehand)...
Ever since then, I pretty much stick to bottled or canned beverages when painting.
'At two minutes to eleven, opposite the South African Brigade, at the eastern-most point reached by the British armies, a German machine-gunner, after firing off a belt without pause, was seen to stand up beside his weapon, take off his helmet, bow, and then slowly walk to the rear.' -John Buchan
I can't help but think that every time something is proven, a little bit of the magic of the world dies.