I was not virtuous previously, but it was pleasant to enjoy a reprieve from being who I am solely for the purposes of self-advancement; ambition is such a vulgar trait, its evolutionary origins almost odorous to the mind.
I lose myself, apologies. What brought me here to shitpost this hour. My albatross communicates with me much more than I care to; as I have intimated elsewhere I find little of this amusing anymore but do not end the charade because it still provides use. (After a rather taciturn episode on my part she even asked me straight up if she bored me, which I disagreed with despite the truth of it choosing instead to garb myself in work-related pressures, which wasn't entirely inaccurate but it certainly wasn't true either.)
I had told her about my examinatorial commitments today in the hopes it would spare me more mundane interaction and it did... until I got a late night text asking if I was still awake. Oh the instant flare of irritation I felt in that moment, it made me feel so alive y'all.

Instead of just letting that one go unanswered I responded that I was heading to bed even though I was going to resume reading and that we could talk tomorrow when we liaise. It was at this precise moment that I realized how fucking 22/23 I am again, which seems impossible with all that has transpired subsequent. "How can a body move the speed of light and still find itself in such a rut?" I suppose.