From: M. Taylor Saotome-Westlake <ultimatelyuntruethought@gmail.com>
Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2022 05:48:02 +0000 (-0800)
Subject: check in: another weekend day wasted in paralysis
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check in: another weekend day wasted in paralysis

It will never stop hurting until you write it down. Before pulling the
trigger on "Challenges", I want to write the short version (not the
"Hill of Validity" memoir-megapost) of my grievance against Yudkowsky,
in accordance with counsel's advice to go for the throat without
wasting wordcount, and have a hostile prereader look it over.

I haven't been motivated lately. Ever since the conversation at the
Independence Day party, I've felt like my life is over. The "sense of
foreshortened future" paper that Vassar likes to cite talks about
this. Maybe I should write a short meta post about that, to get me
unstuck?

Or is that another form of procrastination? Tomorrow morning I should
wake up early enough to take a direct swing at the "Challenges"
postscript before dayjobbing. I'll feel better after I do. And
tonight, this day that is already dead, I can watch an episode of
_Crazy Ex Girlfriend_ before sleep.
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