Maybe this whole exercise about writing everyday is taking hold, because i didn't write yesterday, and the whole day, i felt like i should have. I guess this is the kind of self-torture that real writers have to deal with.

Even though i was traveling most of yesterday, attending a wedding, and hanging out with family, i still feel like i could have taken a few minutes in the shitter to write a few words. Well, maybe not, because i never found a few minutes to go in the shitter. Still, there was a nagging guilt hanging over me all day. Even today.

Technically, I haven't written for two days, because it's now after midnight. I don't really like this feeling of having failed to meet this obligation that i made. So all i can do is start over with it. This won't happen again.

Well, not for a long, long, time, anyway.