Long days stretch on far beyond what is normally seen, but perhaps they don’t. It’s more that they are keenly felt and they often cut deeply and slowly, almost to the point where you don’t notice their presence.
Well, that was a good opener and now I have nothing left, so I’m going to see if I can keep on going. Going to see how far I can get before I throw in the towel, as they say. Maybe. Maybe I’ll just give up before then. The day was very much a long one and I am tired and in dire need of rest. Perhaps I’ll be able to pull through. Not really sure. I guess we’ll see.
So anyway, long days stretch on toward an eternity far beyond what is normally seen, but they are always felt. They are felt infinitely, though perhaps – now that I think about it – they aren’t always felt until after the fact. That would mean that they aren’t always felt and that they do not infinitely stretch, though it could actually meant tat they are just that sneaky. At this point anything is possible, though not anything is possible, so perhaps I’m just overthinking the whole thing. At the same time, maybe I am not thinking enough. I don’t know and I don’t care. What I do know is that today was most definitely a day of considerable length crammed into a day of regular length and so it really dragged hard in places.
That’s all past now and it seems that, in order to try and compensate for the drag, the day is speeding up and soon I will have to find myself in a position of napping for a great number of hours before I need to wake up in the morning and resume attempting to do things that lead to some sort of conclusion of sorts. Perhaps it is the process of further digging myself into a rut so that I can find myself living a life of pure routine, or something. Not necessarily anything bad about that, of course, but… actually, I do need a bit more routine at the moment. At least I think I do.
Anyway, the day feels like it’s speeding up a bit and so I find myself racing in a race I cannot possibly win as I’m trying to win against time, but time has the advantage of being less tired and more energised than I am. It is significantly more constant than I. Even if I were able to be half as constant as it was, I still would lack anything resembling a chance, so I must make do with what I have and so I spend my time right now dancing on the infinite ribbon of time as it rapidly contracts as it knows that it can do so as soon I will be asleep and there is little I can do about that.
I could stay up, but I need to be functioning tomorrow. There is more work to be done and that work involves dealing with people yelling at me for a while, though some might not. There definitely will be dealing with people who press the wrong option and will remain adamant that they have not. Not that I’m complaining of course. I would never dare dream of complaining of having to deal with a constant stream of customer aggression whilst looking for another job. Never do that in a million years. Maybe one, however.
Anyway, I think I’ve gotten the point across, though I haven’t made much of a point at all. Right now I’m just rambling. I’m just trying to get things out of me before I go to sleep. It’s been a long day and I didn’t get as much as I’d like to have gotten done done. That’s a constant. That’s something that will never change. It’ll be less of an issue if I stop procrastinating so much, which was the main reason as to why I didn’t get much done today. Hopefully after work that can be turned around a little.
I say that, but it’s really up to me to push through the being tired. That’s what I need to do. So long as I can do that, then I should be alright. I’m doing it right now. I know that if I can do this now, then tomorrow should not be an issue. I should be able to push through all the fatigue and get to writing and working on music and processing photos and so on and so forth, so what am I doing right now? I shouldn’t be writing; I should be writing.
Well, at least right now I’m doing something that is productive, though perhaps empty. Not really sure. Not sure if I care either way. I’m enjoying doing this right now. Might not alter, but right now I am. I’m letting all of this come forward, though little has, now that I think about it. Oh well. At least there is something that can be seen as the production of a work that involves the creation of text in a form that is able to be read, though clearly is written by someone who perhaps should have a rest, but has spent too much time resting. You get the idea. I don’t. Or I do.
Well, I guess now that that is all out of the way I’m going to wrap this up,. There’s a few other things I need to take care of before I start resting and closing my eyes, so I need to be a bit more efficient. The time is compressing itself more and I cannot keep up, so I need to take advantage of what I have right now.
However, once more I don’t know as to how I should wrap this up. I guess I should do so using a series of words that form a sentence and I’ve plenty to chose from.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 13:17:97
I’m happy with this, but I think I can do much better.
Written at home.