I do not have much left before the time of my lunch ends and I am at work and there are things that I should have taken care of and have not and now I don’t know as to what I and doing with my life anymore as I need to get something down before the end of my lunch and I don’t have the time to do so and here I am sitting writing about it as though it is the most original thing in the world and I am not going to get this done within the time that I would like to get it done but that is the price I pay for the procrastination that I exhibit at every possible opportunity of my life. What am I doing right now? Why am I going right now? Can I get this done within a reasonable time? Can I get something interesting completed within the time that I am setting myself? Can I beat the timer? Can I beat my time? Can I beat using the pause mechanism? Can I do whatever it is that I need to get done within the time that I set myself? Is there coffee available for me to consume readily in the morning so that when the day approaches I will be able to tackle all the problems with one fell swoop, like a magpie defending its nest in a hot summer day, and sometimes spring but not always?
There are many questions to ask and very little time in which to ask it.
The joys of having a sprained wrist means that I have slowed down a little more than I would have liked, but I am still getting it all done.
Here is something interesting, but I am unable to show you for it is sitting in front of me, exhibiting qualities that make the thing that is sitting in front of me interesting.
Such is life. It is a ball of value and value must be contained within some sort of spherical magnet pointing down and yet always facing upside the sun core of the sun.
What am I even going on about now?
I am getting close.
I have crossed the time required and now I am working again.
Racing the time for some sort of supremacy that I can then take hold of and cast into the light above me as the sky opens up its maw and the calls spill forth, coming as a deluge unto my ears and moving my mouth to answer the questions that come my way in order to make sure as many of the customers get a little more knowledge to carry them on their way to another day just over the horizontal mass that continues to do something beyond providing a massive light show of colour and display reflecting off of the clouds and all the way into another tomorrow that must be faced in order to live.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:12:95
Writing with a sprained wrist is a whole lot of fun.
Written at work.