Five-Hundred Word Challenge 763: Either Way’s Fine

Well, a day of considerable length at work it certainly was, though realistically it was no longer nor shorter than any other day out there. It just felt like it was a long one and now I am here trying to make up for lost time. Reminded I am that I was going to work on stopping doing this at night when I’m tired, but here I am and here you are and now we’ll see how all of this turns out, if it turns out at all. I think I’ve use that before, but considering most of my stuff is stuff I’ve used before that’s not really saying much, but instead of rambling I guess I really should just get on with it and get through this and then do the other thing so I can then go to sleep.

Tomorrow is another day of the day of working. It is another day of being inside and doing things in front of a monitor whilst taking calls and dealing with things. Right now it is a time of rest but there is little time to rest. I can rest later. Right now I need to keep on going and get things done and so on and so on and so on and so forth. Perhaps I do need to rest more than I need to do things, but doing things is going to happen.

There’s a gentle, yet aggressive melody massaging my ears as I type this out. It’s something that I need to be listening to and thinking about so as to be able to write about it at a future date, but right now it’s a form of comfort music. Sure, it’s loud and probably a bit too energetic for me at this particular hour (if only because I’m at home and looking to sleep soon, and not at a gig for whatever reason I’d be at one), but it’s still nice and pleasant and pleasing and all those other things that I want to rattle off but cannot at the current moment as I’m winding down and soon am probably going to find myself in bed to fall asleep and drift off into a state of bizarre and intense dreams that I only remember an implication of rather than a stating of the whole thing, unless I do end up remembering them as the latter rather than the former, in which case I may or may not end up writing about them, depending on how I feel about them when I work out if they are indeed something I may or may not write about, if that makes sense.

It probably does, or it probably does not. I don’t know right now. Instead of trying to work that out I’m going to use this time to make some sort of exit, so please pretend that this is my leaving of this post to find myself in a different post.

Either that, or don’t. Either way’s fine.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:99

This is much more of a mess than I had hoped. Probably much too tired for something a little better in terms of quality, though what I should do is try and find a way to use my fatigue to my advantage.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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