Today, Connor and I had to finish his Rube Goldberg project. So far it's pretty cool, but the time flew a little faster than expected and we didn't get finished. It's that whole stopping for food thing that kills me. When I am in project mode, I don't want to stop for anything. Meteors could be crashing all around me and I will keep screwing the pieces together and aligning everything just right. It's a bloody curse, because it's driving me nuts looking at this project uncompleted on the floor of the basement, starring at me, mocking me. But Connor went to bed and I think he might notice in the morning if it was all completed and working flawlessly. Though, I don't think he would really care. I guess it's a principle thing being his project and all. I guess he's a little too old to believe in the project fairy. Hmm, that sounds really creepy. Anyway, sparring, black belt class, then project time tomorrow. Hope to see you all there.