When this project started waaaay back in early May, I was excited. "What's going to happen? What am I gonna learn? How will this change my life?"

Now it's boring.

Unplugging my phone charger after my phone is juiced up, rather than leaving it conveniently plugged in forever, isn't particularly sexy.

Trudging to the video store to return the Agatha Christie "Hercule Poirot" DVD, (Joe and I are crazy for that anal retentive Belgian sleuth), rather than driving the 10 blocks, is positively funereal. And there is no Dixie-land Jazz band swaying along behind me.

I suppose it's like dieting or not drinking. Fun'ish at first, especially with the beautiful fantasy of what thinness or sobriety is going to mean. But then the cravings appear right on schedule, and my Id let's out a roar:

"It's 4:00 pm-- where's my Macrina Bakery chocolate chip cookie?"

"It's 5:00 pm-- where's my vodka on the rocks with twist?"

"Dang it! I don't want to walk to the video store and I don't want to unplug my phone charger-- it's too inconvenient!"

At this point the best answer to myself isn't:
"You'll never again have a Macrina chocolate chip cookie or a stiff drink or drive to the video store or not unplug your phone charger!"

Better to talk as if to a confused child:

Super Ego: "Yeah, I totally hear you. Driving to the video store does sound way better. And we can do that. (PAUSE) It sure is nice outside. It might feel kinda good to get some fresh air."

Id:
"Maybe.

Super Ego:
"We can walk past Macrina."

Id: "Sold!"