Another night short on sleep, but at least it was a little more than the prior night. Could be worse. Am awake, am doing stuff. Am now getting things out of the way, and a little earlier than in the past few weeks. Today is going to be a day. Things will get done. There will be productivity. Somehow I will survive work.
It is raining outside, though not as much as about thirty minutes earlier. That’s fine. Someone is mowing their lawn. That is also fine. I’m fighting the fatigue and trying to push through it all. Should probably go back to bed, but this is fine. Work isn’t too far away. It’s only about four hours away. I can make it. I can get to the end of the day. I can survive this whole thing.
Need to put some clothes away. Need to remain grounded somehow. Will get through it all. I’m telling myself this as I think I can. It could be much worse. It always could be much worse. Could also be better, but right now the situation I’m in is that I’m tired and I’m going to get through it. Don’t really have anything else to say.
I guess that if I take the last few writings into consideration, then perhaps I’m creating some sort of saga of fatigue-induced banality. Being tired is the theme and getting more sleep is the dream. It is the hope. It is what I strive for. What will I learn about myself during this whole journey? I do not know as the journey is yet to be completed, though perhaps it is and all of this writing is the aftermath.
Perhaps there is no journey and there is no link and what all of this is a series of strong coincidences that imply a link, though that link most certainly is an implication and not anything more. It is possible, though it is also not possible. There are many possibilities and these are merely two of what could be many, many more than I can even think of trying to think of at the present moment. Such is thinking in a state where you’re not thinking at your most best, or something.
Perhaps this also is the middle of the saga. That too is possible. There could be quite a bit more to come along and I just cannot see that at the present moment. If that is indeed the case, then there is the possibility that there will be great adventuring also. There will be a journey of the most journey-like quality, unless there isn’t, in which case there isn’t, but that still is fine. What matters most now is that I see this through sot hat I can see where it takes me, if it does indeed take me anywhere at all.
I don’t know what will come next, but the prospect of discovery excites me, so I guess I better start getting on with it.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:02:62
More sleep-deprived writing. Kind of starts off grounded and becomes a bit floating toward the end. Not exactly great writing but parts of it flow really well.
On a side note, the thing I had to get up early for did not eventuate and then there was no getting back to sleep. Oh well.
Written at home.