When you open your eyes, that means that your eyes are open.

Last night I somehow punched myself in the mouth. I don’t know as to how this happened.

Well, actually I do. My fist connected with my mouth.

To be more specific, I don’t know what it was that led to the punching of my mouth. I woke up in the middle of the night and I’m not sure if the punching was what woke me up, or if I woke up, then punched myself in the mouth. It’s difficult to tell.

Thankfully, no blood.

Still, the whole thing is something that I find puzzling. Why would I do that? Why would anyone do that? What would be the impetus for such an action occurring?

It’s something that makes me feel curious, but right now that is probably not something that I’m going to explore. I don’t want to attempt some sort of thought experiment that would lead off onto a rambling tangent that goes nowhere and provides absolutely nothing to the grand scope of the human experience. I’d much rather think of something else to go on about that would also contribute nothing to the human experience, as it were, as there are things that I am capable of doing, but do them is not something that I want to do, so instead I will ramble on about stuff that doesn’t matter as that will at least appease my desire to get out there and do the thing that needs doing, or something. At least, that is what they say.

Well, I believe that that is what they say. Realistically, I’m not so sure as I cannot see the words come out of their mouths when they are saying the things that they may or may not be saying. Therefore I can only go on conjecture, but I do hope that that conjecture proves to be correct on some level. On the plus side, if it is not, then it still remains a valuable learning experience, or so I think. It may not be as valuable as learning something of substance, but then again if you’ve followed this far, then you’d easily know that I have no idea as to what I’m talking about.

Or maybe I do.

I think that it may be a little too early in the day to tell. It is yet to reach the afternoon, but soon we will be there and I will be done with this and we will all see the result of my lack of effort, which took a lot of effort, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. They’re all lying anyway. They just want to try and take credit for it all, but it is all my work. Mine. And so on.

But of course, with all of that being said, I’m a little bit tired and probably need more sleep.

Well, at some point that will happen, but for now I’ll try to avoid punching myself.

The time it took to write five-hundred words:06:06:81

Pointless rambling written in the morning and shared in the afternoon?

Delightful!

Written at work.