Alright, gotta start doing stuff. Gotta start doing the writing and push through the hurt that comes from when you fall over onto a hard surface. I can do it. I can also push through the being lazy. That is quite doable. Not sure about the being tired, however. Will see what happens.
Sitting here, listening to the rain. It is raining rather heavily at times. Not all the time. Just at times. Could be worse. Could be raining heavily all then time. At least my hands are feeling somewhat-warm.
Should try and think of something interesting to write but right now all I can say is that I’m tired and sore and it is actually hurting a bit more to write than I had anticipated. Oh well. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but you have to keep on going on in order to keep on going on, or something to similar effect.
I don’t think I’ve much to say today. I think that I have less than the usual, which is to say not much. Less than not much. Less than less than not much. And so on. On the plus side, I’m writing and a few more days away should recharge the proverbial batteries. I think it should anyway.
The rain is still going and I’ve now eaten and I’m stuck inside, though there is little reason for me to go outside at the moment. I don’t feel like walking through the rain at night. I’ve done that more than enough times throughout my time on earth and would much rather avoid it where possible; especially right now when it’s cold and wet and dark and wet and cold. Definitely could spend my time better, such as inside where it is dry and (somewhat) warm. There is music and I can listen to it. The rain sounds muted and more calming in a way; or, it would if it hadn’t been going for most of last night as well as a good chunk of this morning. Right now the sound of it is tolerable but soon it is going to veer into the oppressive land and that is the lane of which I would prefer that it avoids as much as possible as I don’t want rain to feel oppressive right now. I’ve had enough of that recently and I would rather less than more. Still, at the end of the day it is not the worst thing that can happen at this given moment and for that I am quite thankful.
I guess with all of whatever I’ve just said being said, it is time to wrap this up. It is time to conclude and bring everything to where it needs to be which is somewhere between here and the final full stop of this bit of text. I guess I could try to come up with something witty and conclusive, but right now I don’t quite have the energy to think of witty closing words.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:32:36
This is more of a writing to get back into the swing of things than anything else.
The last few days have been long. I might talk about them tomorrow to some extent.
Written at home.