savage night at the opera

it's beautiful outside. i'm laying on the couch studying. wondering why did i ever want to take the cpa test? what is wrong with me?

"let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die."

my eyes are crossed. my brain is mush. i cannot decipher common rules and applications. i still haven't gotten REG back and i won't until june. so i can't use that as a motivator anyway.

"it's not a war til someone loses an eye."

i know losing AUD and BEC won't be the end of the world, but man, if i lose those credits and have to start completely over studying, i'm not sure what i'm going to do.

"yes, i'm familiar with your scene. some would say shockingly uptight."

in the long run, this will only help my career. i know that. but what am i missing in the meantime? weekends pass me by. weeknights pass me by.

"you'll never guess just where i've been, a life abandoned midstream."

and i can't stop listening to destroyer. but i did go to the furry scurry this morning. and i did have a great lunch. and i'm about to study outside. so life isn't horrible. it's just mildly disappointing. it's amazing. the luck i've had. working in big four in denver. how did that happen? if only my luck could be extended to standardized tests.