So my face is still attached and I am at work, but one of my hands hurts and I’m here and it’s quiet and I feel muddy and there are too many uses of the word “and” in this sentence, and there is also far too little use of a good sentence structure, therefore leading to the containment of far too much use of one word in this sentence, which may or may not be a good thing, depending on what you consider as being good and being not good.

That’s your call, really.

I know that here I am and there I am not and here goes the events which will lead to my inevitable typing of the words and giving them a form that can be understood, for words need form to be understood, or something.

What’s up with this weather? I know not where it is going, but I do know that I will get to somewhere if I learn how to understand its form and function better than I already do.

It ranges from cold, to wet, to cold and wet, and sometimes it is a little dry, but not often.

This is a real issue to deal with and it is driving everyone crazy.

Well, it’s not, but that is not what I’m trying to imply here.

Actually, I don’t know as to what I’m trying to imply.

All I know is that right now I’m mashing away on this keyboard and I am trying to defeat time in a battle that spans a longer time than I would care to admit.

If only my ability to type well could be matched with my ability to type fast.

If only my wrists could hold up against the onslaught of the keys trying to push back, then I would be a better writer, or perhaps not.

I don’t know as to what I’m going on about. I feel pretty muddy today. I need to eat healthier and get more sleep.

There are a lot of things that I need to do. I need to learn about fish. I need to spend more time learning about fish than I am currently spending, as the time I am currently spending could be described as being “very little”, and that would not necessarily be inaccurate.

Still, I might be able to razzle the dazzle and somehow make a strong comeback and work out what it is that I am doing with what I am writing, although this one is probably more just out of the need to write and stay warm and in touch with my inner self, as based on the speed that I am currently writing, I’m most certainly feeling the warmth in me build up, but I should probably slow down as I don’t want to do something that would leave for a mistake and then end up feeling the cold far worse than I could ever imagine, as that would not be something considered pleasant.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:22:23

RAMBLING.

Written at work.