You ever work on a difficult project that you think will never end? You begin to forget that it’s difficult and begin to wonder if there’s something wrong with you. You know, speaking personally, something other than icecreamless brain freezes and mental flatulence. You begin to wonder if you have somekind of subconscious need for the project to extend itself indefinitely. Or a budding penchant for masochism. Or a fear of new projects. I tell ya, self-doubt is a cancer of ones critical faculties.