in the fire of my youth

treating sunday morning like a monday, devoting the entire day to goddamn transcription. wishing we were also cloaked in snow, so not leaving the house for a day would be accompanied with more of a sense of purpose than happenstance. being in a "state" of anything that is persistent and arduous like this only leaves room for regret. life advancement: stop. when your life is like a choose-your-own-adventure book from our youth and you consistently choose action, specifically the most severe/exciting/different path, pure satisfaction is not always waiting for you at the end of the chapter.