It has been a long day of doing nothing. Only getting to doing the stuff right now. Gotta get stuff done at the moment. There are a few hours before the time of sleep, but before then I’m going to get things done.
The day rolled on by in a most relaxed manner. Did a bit of reading, a bit of sitting around doing nothing, and a lot of sitting around and doing nothing. It was rather unproductive, but now the hours kick into the busy period of the day.
Wait; there was the doing of planning an itinerary. Aside from locations, nothing too rigid. Gotta keep things flexible. I like to wander and wandering will be featured prominently within this itinerary. Still need to work out the days and all of that other stuff, but it was a plan and a start and a start to a plan. However, other than that, pretty much nothing.
There was some music listening to and some looking at plants, but everything was kept loose and lazy. Not a good thing but not a bad thing; just a thing. A thing that perhaps maybe needed to happen, but now I have the joy of cramming a day of work into a few hours. Maybe I can do it. I’ve done more stressful things. I don’t know right now, however. I still feel very much like being lazy, but I need to get the stuff done. There is a lot happening tomorrow, so the less I have to worry about tomorrow the less I have to worry about tomorrow. This could be a good thing, but also a bad thing.
I think that right now it’s showing that I’ve been lazy as this writing seems a bit tired. Perhaps I am also tired. You’ll never know, unless I choose to reveal, which I will. I am feeling a little tired. Doesn’t mean anything other than I’m tired. Need to be less lazy, blah blah blah.
So the neighbours have an outside light and it’s broken. It is so broken that right now it’s flashing rapidly. Rather annoying, I think. Might make sleeping difficult. Hopefully it does not. Of course, it could be much worse. There are worse things out there that I could have to deal with from neighbours, so that, whilst undesirable – is not overly bad.
I think I need to think of other things to write about at the moment. Maybe the colour blorange. Maybe I’ll write about that instead of doing what I’m doing right now, which is just writing about stuff that is filling space where better things could come in, but sometimes that is the way the things go, or something.
Anyway, I think there was a point that I was trying to make but it may have gotten lost somewhere on the way down. If you do happen to see it on your way to the end of this text, then please ask it to return to here.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:28:12
A bit of writing that has very little to its substance. Oh well.
Written at home.