Read 80 pages of managerial accounting. I could do so many handstands, listen (with intent) to so much classical music, write so much crappy prose, read Hesse, listen to NPR, or sweep my room. At least I’m not apathetic as in weeks past. So, fine, come here managerial accounting. I’ll read all your pages. This quasi-ramble is pointless. Simply documenting the rebelliousness and the acquiescence.