I slept last night. I slept more than I had during the prior few nights, and yet I still feel tired. Totally unfair. I don’t understand this at all. Should I not be back to maximum percent? I don’t get this. How does sleep even work if it will not instantly dispel all of the fatigue I am currently having to endure in order to get through my day?
Anyway, work starts soon though I imagine that already is evident based on the writing of this, or something. I don’t know. I do know that music is playing and I am enjoying that music. Not going to enjoy work, but of course will make the most of work in whatever way I can. Hopefully I can. If I cannot, then that is unfortunate, but such is the way of things. I’m sure that there will be the event that is the making the most of the day in the most making way.
So anyway, I’m here, rested yet still tired and I am typing to you. This is being beamed to you via the power of some sort of power. That’s all I have for this morning. Probably should’ve thought of something before I engaged in the art of writing. Oh well. Such is the way of things.
I do know that at least I am doing something and making the most of my time right now, but I would much rather not be working so I could go for a walk, for it is a little too warm and stuffy in here and I am much need of a change of scenery. If I had the opportunity to go outside and do a bit of exploring, then that would constitute a change of scenery, though only in relation to the inside of the room in which I happen to be in at the present moment. The outside area is an area of which I have also been and plenty of the surrounding area is familiar to me, though that does not mean it is any less enjoyable. Perhaps it is the unfamiliar of which I crave and I’m, sure that I can get a handle on that so long as I keep on trying to go outside and do things that will allow me to go further and farther from home.
Perhaps I will come across some sort of cave system that I will check out, but only for a very short distance as I am not a fan of being in caves. That will allow enough exploration for one day. Then I will make my way home. Once I have made my way home I will find myself at home and able to rest. That will be a day of adventure that I will have engaged in and adventure is what I desire, but work starts soon so I should cover that, really.
Anyway, I’ve said what I think I wanted to say so this text ends here.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:50:51
I was going to spend the whole thing complaining about feeling tired, but evidently I veered away pretty quickly.
This is a silly bit of writing. All there is to say about it, I think; at least for now.
Written at home.