read all day. thought deeply about the "melodramatic" feeling of the twenties, desperately hoping that the ideals don't fade as "life" comes bearing down. felt slight twinges of guilt because I avoided doing anything new with my script or thesis topic, or with my spiritual autobiography, or with the webpage, or with editing for open frame highlight reel...the list continues. tried to stay content with knowing i was reading and doing something purely for enjoyment, for once.
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