The problem with me is one of perfection.
Once someone has reached my advanced state of Total And Utter Perfection, there is little to go for. Thus motivation goes down. Or it doesn't, since I am perfect.
Some would argue that I am too fond of leather g-strings with metal studs on the inside. Ah, such fools - this is part of being perfect - that an an affinity for planes like the F@ck-Wolf One N90 - which is the price it costs to have their claws/teeth removed.
Yes, nothing wrong with me, except perfection. Move along.
Spacecrab; resending email - odd you haven't gotten it.