Managed to make it to work and I have very little idea as to how.
Off course I used the power of my legs and public transport, but I’m still a bit surprised by my getting here and not turning around.
I guess the call of money was too great this morning.
It’s going to be a long day as today is the day of the juggling. That is, I will be trying to finish an assignment that I have barely scratched. We’ll see how it all goes, of course.
Calls. Calls will be coming through. I will dodge and weave around them all and try to get the assignments finished as possible. Not going to happen, but the more I focus on it, the less I’ll have to do over the next few days.
That’s the hope anyway.
Coughing hurts, but I will persevere, and so on.
Need to stay awake. Need to be the best that I can be today. It’s going to be interesting, or something. That’s what I’m telling myself.
Floating desk as low as possible. Trying to eat breakfast, but it’s far too rich for my now-delicate taste buds. Still will get through it to the best of my ability.
Will try and get something out of all of this and will try and get to the end of m,y five-hundred words.
Things I want to write about at the moment, but do not have the time.
Wait: I do have the time. Just not going to use that time to write about the things that I want to write about as there are other things that I need to do.
GIS is fun, except for when it is not fun. This is something that needs to be remembered, as I am not having fun right now. I am having coughing fits and bursts. I wish that there was some way to convert all the coughing into some form of energy that could be used to power something else, but at the moment the technology does not exist for that, so I guess expelling energy into the vastness of atmosphere will have to suffice.
Walking was a weird sensation this morning. So is typing, now that I think about it. Everything feels kind of weird now that I’ve left home and have dedicated myself to doing things so that I can get things out of the way.
Still, this feeling of weirdness will pass so long as I keep at it and get back into routine.
Illness stage: the coughing up of fluids and realising that they should not be that tint of yellow. Still, it’s coming up and coming out, which is a good thing I guess.
Much better than keeping it all in. Much better than swallowing it all. Doesn’t count as free food. Just counts as dead stuff coming out of the being of the self.
Certainly doesn’t count as something worth writing about, but then most things are probably not either.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:35:55
Writing this was difficult due to the lack of doing much over the past few days (I think).
Hands need to be warmed up again, or something.
Written at work.