It’s been a long day and I don’t feel like writing, but at the same time I do so I’m going to do my best.
People have started the panic buying of alcohol and of course it has created a situation most undesirable. That was what I can only describe as a long, arduous slog that left no sense of happiness once it was over. I felt drained and I still feel drained.
This was almost two hours ago. Still, afterward I got to head out and go for a walk and take some photos which was nice, but I’m not feeling great. It’s making me think about what the next few months are going to be like as the calls have been pretty relentless since the start of the year. I doubt they’re going to abate for a while, but strange things do happen from time to time.
Once more I find myself bewildered by the way people are acting, but that’s about all I want to write about that. I’d rather relax a little at this stage. I want to relax and forget about the day, but I cannot. It was too long and too distinctive.
I need to find a way, or maybe I don’t and just need to let it all wash away. Perhaps the grip is too tight. I know tomorrow is also a work day, but I also know that it is not a work day that involves my getting paid. Instead it is a day in which I’ll be working on reviews and other things, and that’s something I consider to be a good thing as it’ll be enjoyable. Well, hopefully. It’s one of those “only time will tell” things. Maybe the day will be horrible, but so long as I try to make the most of it, I’ll be fine.
I guess the issue I have is that making the most out of my paid job is still unsatisfying and just leaves me feeling horrible. Once more I’ll state that I’m glad I’m earning money right now, but that doesn’t mean I need to enjoy the job or feel good about it.
It is the evening and I am soon approaching a state in which I will need to sleep. That will be appreciable enough I suppose. Tomorrow is a new day. Tomorrow is a day in which there will be the doing of things, but right now it is the time of the soon approaching need to rest my eyes and move onto another plane of being, or something like that. I don’t feel like being too fancy or whimsical or anything. I just kind of want to cut to the chase, but there is no running; well, not in this place of residence anyway, and that’s kind of how I like it right now.
Need a bit more of a slow pace as it means I can work harder and faster and get all the things done sooner.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:56:60
I think the fatigue is coming through.
On a side note, writing is much easier now.
Written at home.