Well that streak lasted long.

I had my oh shit moment at about 6:15 today. And instead of writing right then I said fuck it. I had already missed my 6 pm deadline, why rush to do it then. I'll worry about it after dinner. I'm already 2 hours past my deadline, why not wait till after I watch Alias. Once the driving fear of a deadline is gone all that is left is the paralyzing fear of I fucked up.

It certainly doesn't help that in the first week of this experiment all I've managed to write about is this experiment. After a certain point self-reflection gets really fucking tedious.