Today is Sunday. This is not the day of the sun, although I have my suspicions. That may not necessarily be a good thing, but it may not be a bad thing either.

At the end of the day, it is just a thing.

Now, as I sit here and await my fate, I think about how The Flaming Lips are a band. I think about how they’ve produced a lot of music.

This morning has been spent listening to a lot of The Flaming Lips. However, I must be specific: It has been a morning spent listening predominantly to two of their songs on repeat; “Look… The Sun is Rising” and “Always there in Our Hearts”. Both of these are from The Terror, which might be my favourite album that The Flaming Lips have produced.

Not entirely sure why as There are songs (and albums) of theirs that I like more. However, overall I find The Terror more of a satisfying listen. I think.

Now I’m not too sure, but I’m sure that one day I will be.

Anyway, it has been a long morning thus far and I am here at work, but I’m still listening to The Flaming Lips.

Waking up earlier than necessary still remains something that I wish I did not do, but such is life and you need to make the most of your hours awake in order to make the most of your hours awake.

I think that gets the point across, but I still remain unsure as to how succinct it is to say that, as it may not be as succinct as I would hope.

Well, there’s still hope that it remains succinct.

There is always hope, but if you do not hope and take action, then all you are doing is hoping.

Well, I guess it depends on the situation. There are times when hoping is all that you can do. If that is the case, then just hoping is probably the best thing that you can do. Therefore, you best be hoping that hoping is the best thing you can do if it’s the only thing you can do. Otherwise, it may  be better to find yourself in a better situation than the one you have managed to find yourself within.

Of course, there are other situations out there, but right now I am tired and I don’t want to be at work. I would much rather whinge about this fact. I’d much rather spend time writing about other stuff, but I need to get back into shape and get all the waffle out, lest I make pancakes.

Now that I think about it, I’d much rather the cake of the pan, over the object known as a “waffle”. What does one do with this foreign object? This is a thing that is rather difficult to understand, and there are not enough words left in the day.

Well, there probably are, but I’d rather think about it another day.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:57:13

So I think I was going somewhere with this before I decided to veer away as quickly as I could; hence the result.

Written at work.