Well, it’s the day of the Monday known as “Monday”. At least, that is what I think it is known as.
Slightly warm outside. Pleasant for cycling. Cycling is good. Helps keep fit, helps keep you moving.
There’s not long before I need to rush outside and hang up a whole load of washing, but I’m feeling relaxed. Not feeling the pressure… yet. Soon enough I will, but right now it’s all smooth sailing. I like that. Got some stuff done, get to relax.
Get to panic soon enough, but right now it’s relaxing time. I guess that the existence of this text that I’m mashing out suggests that I am not relaxing, but I feel relax. I feel warm and that’s really nice. Don’t feel cold so can type with some sort of thrust and propelling. There’s a force behind it, or something.
Anyway, I should look at getting to something. I should also look at drying my hair as it is rather soaked due to the process of imbibing it with liquid so it can undergo the process of ablution. Gets all the stuff out and retains the other stuff. Should also work out what tat something that I’m getting happens to be as I have no idea. Maybe it could be COFFEE. Not sure yet. Will find out soon enough, I guess.
I don’t want to work right now which is unsurprising, but I’m going to work anyway. Need to get stuff done, need to earn money. Need to keep up the momentum of which I am currently undergoing.
Probably also need to relax and sit upright rather than slouched over in my chair. It makes for a rather uncomfortable position and, to be honest, I’d rather be comfortable than uncomfortable. If I am comfortable it means I get to experience the pleasures of being comfortable. However, this only extends to my sitting. In the act of creation I prefer not to be comfortable, so to speak. It would be better to say that I prefer to not necessarily feel satisfied, or something.
I don’t know what it is that I’m trying to say, but I do know that there is something I am trying to say. Maybe by the end of all of this I will work out whatever it is and by that point so will you, the reader currently engaging in whatever this length of text is providing.
Anyway, I think that with that out of the way I should get back to doing some stuff that means that stuff gets edited and cut down in size and more concise, but I won’t get to that as soon the job of work starts and I need to engage in whatever it is providing me so as to be able to get through another shift without biting off the heads of the customers as the customers tend to not like that very much and I’d rather they be satisfied than dissatisfied.
Well, sometimes; not always.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:00:00
This is more non-fantastic, ridiculous stuff (for the most part).
Flatter than I would like.
Written at home.