Today I’m going to talk about the current pain in my right wrist that I’m experiencing, though realistically I’m not going to talk about that. However, I am going to write as quickly as I can at the current moment, which is probably a bad idea considering I’m in a bit of pain, but I’m a creature of stubbornness and habit and even though it’s probably not a good idea, it just wouldn’t feel right for me to not try to push through the pain and keep on going. Yes, I need to look after myself better. Yes, I am. Right now? Gotta write, gotta keep on going, gotta do the things and so on and so forth until the end of the day when the tears start running up my cheeks and back into their glands.
So anyway, today is a day of feeling tired but also getting things done which sounds a lot like many days, but this one is different as I’ve already started and thus that means that things might get done sooner rather than later. That’s the hope, anyway. Hopefully the sooner I get things done, the less time in front of a screen I have to spend and thus the more resting on words of the books that I am reading I get to do. Still, reading is a form of being active so I need to be careful with that. Can’t read too much and can’t read too little. Sort of a cycle of sorts.
Outside it appears to be a rather sunny day which means that there will be a kind of brightness that is not metaphorical but literal. There are the sounds of birds outside and inside – where I am – is the sound of a keyboard suffering under my typing, as well as the sound of music that is music I haven’t listened to in a little while. Relaxed morning. Busy morning. Hopefully a productive morning. There are still a few hours to go before the day truly kicks off. Work will happen at some point; the work being the type where in exchange for dealing with queries that are answered before even speaking to someone, I get paid an amount that’s enough to survive off of, but not quite enough to live comfortably off of, which in some ways is fine but for what we deal with, we should be paid more.
Well, if the business isn’t going to pay more, I should keep on looking for work I’m more qualified for, which I am, so there.
Anyway, I really should get to getting other things out of the way, but this has been a morning talking that I’ve written and you are now reading, thus leading to some sort of carrying over of meaning and expression through the understanding of sensory organs and the brain.
I think that’s pretty much everything. I was hoping to have something else, but I don’t, so here’s a sentence of conclusion for you.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:13:48
Not dissatisfied with what I’ve written; not entirely, at least.
I didn’t get enough sleep last night which I feel impacted my drive. I also feel I may have been a little too switched on as I was writing. This bit of text feels it’s neither mundane, nor fantastic enough.
Written at home.