Finished tomorrow's comic: 11:12 p.m. I managed to keep working on it, even though part of my brain was wondering "Do I really need to finish this tonight? Can't I just do it the morning?" For some reason it seems important to not let it slide. Similar to how I had to spend two hours on my novel today, even though I could have worked on the comic instead, and be done two hours earlier. (Or more. I'm tired enough to have made some stupid mistakes, like clicking "Save" instead of "Save for Web" after making changes to an image that I didn't want to overwrite. And working slower because I had to think just a bit harder about whatever I was doing.... Um... where was I?) And now it's important to write this, because I told myself I'd post something every day, and I've only mentioned that to one person other than me (before saying that right now), so I could have just gone to bed and nobody would have minded much, really. Except I'd know. And I'm really trying to do what I said I'll do, even if I'm the only one who heard me say it.