Well, I was going to write about National Novel Writing Month wrapping up, but I didn’t have anything of note to write about in relation to that, but then again, that’s not different from usual.

At work, blah blah blah. There’s a music blasting into my ears. I am perceiving the vibrations between the speakers and my ear bones.

I think I feel like relaxing. The warmth in my body is increasing to a heat and I am in meltdown. Well, not meltdown, but Goddamn I am warm on this very morning of mornings.

The inside of a cave with no window is where I reside. Soon It will grow to a cold that is untenable unless you  have a jacket with you, as apparently in this building no one understands how to use air conditioning.

There’s my rant for the morning in less than a large handful of sentences.

Sometimes… sometimes I’ve got nothing, but at least at the moment I have this desk. I have half a coffee, I have water, I have my timer, I have this desk. I have hands and those hands are busy working away at the present moment of the current point in time.

We are now firmly within the grasp of the month known as December. The month that denotes the final month of the year. The month that denotes December. It is known as December.

Amazing stuff, this.

For those that say that the year has flown by, well, I don’t know how it is fore you, but for me it has been a long, lengthy slog. I feel as though I’ve lived many, many lives.

As time goes on, it’s all meant to feel like it’s flying by faster and faster, or so I’m told. For me, this year feels like it has gotten longer.

The last few years actually have felt like they’ve been stretching out more and more. Time seems to be moving slower for me. That’s how I feel, anyway.

Maybe some people have time slow down for them the older they get, or something. I don’t know, I don’t know how these things work.

All I know is that it’s been a very long year, but a good one. Well, there have been some bad things, but a good one overall.

But I shouldn’t be writing about this right now as the year is yet to conclude. We are still in December, or at least the beginning of December. There’s still a lot of time to go before we reach the end of the year. Before the end of the year sees celebrations. There is still time to pass. Plenty of time to pass and plenty of things to do before the end of the year, I believe.

I should probably start doing my job soon. After all, I am currently at work and there are only a few minutes before the shit begins.

I wonder if it’s too late to call in sick.

Probably.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:15

I think I’m a little drained regarding writing.

NaNoWriMo took a lot more than I anticipated it would.
That mostly has to do with being pretty lazy for the first few days, then playing catch up fore the rest of it.

Oh well.

Written at work.