There’s some subtle sounds playing around in my ears and of course I’m faffing about at the moment.

I just wasted a fair bit of time and just realised which then prompted me to ask “What am I doing?”.

The answer is, of course, nothing.

I’ve been doing nothing. I’ve been sitting here and refused to be productive with my time.

This keyboard is still horrible to use, by the way. Too flat. the keys are okay but it’s far too easy to miss a key and hit another as there’s just nothing to the whole thing. Flat, indistinct, and terrible.

Well, that’s my review of this keyboard on which I am banging away.

It’s fairly empty in here. I am currently the only other person sitting in this room, unless someone else has sneaked in and hidden themselves away from my perception.

Possible, but unlikely.

Still doing nothing. Still getting away with doing nothing.

Soon this nothing needs to turn into something.

I need to motivate myself into doing more right now for there is more that need to be done.

exams coming up. Need to pump up for the exams.

Need to get the work done and get there to the end of the line in some sort of dance.

Need to sit down and know the things that I need to know with some sort of challenge and glint in my eye.

Need to stop procrastinating and get to where I want to be, but there’s only so much time in the world and so much being lazy that needs to be done.

Oh yes, I shall reach the inevitable somehow in some way through some manner.

I will reach for something.

I will keep crapping on and plenty can stop me!

I think that I may be hungry. Perhaps that is my current issue and it something that I really should adders sooner rather than later.

Perhaps I’m just a lazy person in this day and age of hard work and that I want everything now and not later.

Perhaps the writing is something that keeps me going and it is not something that I want to admit.

Perhaps I’m really wasting my time and this is all of a low quality and I should settle for better instead of worse.

Something about cats.

So I’ve been sitting here doing very little and now I am wondering about how almighty the power of distraction can be. It is something that is worth consideration, I think.

Of course I think that as I am currently under the spell of distraction that I have let be cast over my being and instead of challenging the immutable depths that may be there, I have let the warm gushing arms of this spell come over me and carry me down into its infinite body and it is a journey that I don’t see myself leaving for a while.

Well, with that out of the way, it’s time for more distraction.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:46:77

Eh. A bit too all over the place for what I was trying to convey.
Was I trying to convey something?

Who knows?

Written at UNSW.