Another day spent inside and another day where I’m going to try and do a lot of writing, or something. Really not sure as to how it will pan out, but there is only one way to find out.
It’s been cold this morning. Wait; not it hasn’t been. Well, it was, but only for a short while. Right now the temperature is a bit warmer than cold, but it isn’t warm either.
Anyway, I had to head out this morning to do more shopping and when I reached a nearby suburb, it felt like a central area in a big country town. Of this I’m kind of a fan as I prefer being in areas less busy than what the city provides but it was kind of odd.
The supermarket was (unsurprisingly) much busier than the world outside of its being. Once more a whole bunch of things were out of stock whilst other things remained completely untouched.
And once more home was the destination after what was deemed necessary was obtained and acquired, and now I’ve been home for a few hours sitting here trying to work things out and get things done and get things out of the way as there is much to be done and as always there is little time in which it can be done.
Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe that’s a bad thing. I’m really not sure at this point. The only certainty that I can think of is the current niceness of sitting here and wasting my time, but of course that leads to unpleasantness and stress over trying to play massive amounts of catch up. Always a fun thing, let me tell you.
I think I’ve hit the limit for today. I need to be working on reviews. I need to be working on a lot of things. Maybe that is what I need to do. I need to put this down and find a way to turn all this energy into something more productive, or something.
I need to find a way to find a lot of things, I think.
Perhaps I can find something more inspiring than writing about the experience of life in a dull, flat way. That would be good to find. There would be a lot of good things to find, to be honest. It would also be good to try and find the time to be a better person, but of course that is a journey of which I don’t want to bother with right now; at least, not until I’ve got enough of the current pile out of the way so that I can then focus on other pursuits such as that.
It would also be nice to get a hand on a car of my own so that I can not drive it, as right now the itch to cycle is much, much stronger.
That is an itch I need to scratch, but right now not now. Other things currently await.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:38:85
This is a bit too rambling and static.
I’ve got a bit of energy in me right now but it’s not focused.
Written at home.