Alright, so yesterday was a day off and today was a day off and I’ve been sitting here, doing very little for a long while and that’s okay as sometimes you need to do that kind of thing in order to get more done. If you don’t get more done you get less done, but sometimes that also is okay. There are a lot of things that are okay, now that I think about it, but of course there are a lot of things that are most definitely not okay. That is the way that the things sometimes go and that is something that needs to be lived with sometimes. Such is the way of life, as they say, but whoever they are that are the they that are saying it is a mystery to me as I do not care. It is just important as a figure of speech, though perhaps I should care more about those unknown people who cover the spectrum of existing within the realm of “they”.
Though now that I think about it, there are other things on the plate of thinking that I must think about and consider that I am yet to on this fine evening. I need to think about how soon it will be until I finally detach myself from the couch and move to another room. I need to think about how it is that I’m typing as fast as I am and not slower. Actually, I know the answer to that one and that is not something of which I am going to get into as it should be quite evident at this stage, I am slowing down time without slowing myself so that I can get a little more done in a little bit less time, but I cannot make it too obvious. I can only slow time only so much so as to make sure that I am still appearing as though I am moving at an acceptable pace, though still quite fast.
I could claim that it is my skill in the art of writing faster than some people write, yet slower than others but of course this would be a blatant lie. It all comes down to the manipulation of time and the flow of time so as to appear as though one is going faster, even when they are not going faster and that’s all okay by me, or something to similar effect.
Anyway, I think I have gotten heavily away from the subject at hand and so must embrace the topic of at the base of the foot and find a way to go elsewhere with all of this dialogue that I am currently spewing out of my fingers, though realistically it’s just a monologue of which I am currently engaging. Such is the way of the thing of which I am currently engaging, but now that I’ve got that all out of the way I think I will just close this off.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:13:54
This being lazy shows quite more than I anticipated.
Really loose writing, kind of messy. There might be something worth it in here. Don’t know.
Written at home.