I am quite familiar with the steady, effective pressure my adorably sincere and youthfully uncertain ambition keeps on me. We both have legs, the quads of people who don’t mind walking a mile or five just because. And if we put our backs against something, well, it’s gonna move. Me and me have come back to back tonight, and wiped more items than I could have hoped off a to-do list written by an absurdist. But it is costing me some of tomorrow. I know this and I am trying to become a better accountant. Starting by spending three minutes fewer on this. Pity, as that time might have meant the pith.