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  • Writer's pictureDillan Taylor

Day of Death

Last night, my buddy and I decided to go out downtown.

It was a lovely evening, but it came with a price.

We stayed up all night. We felt like shit the entire day.

No work got done. No writing. No editing.

Everything is an opportunity cost. To do one thing means to sacrifice doing 100 other things.

There is a feeling of guilt that inevitably follows this.

But there’s no point in feeling bad for myself. All I can do now is pick it back up…and get back to work.


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