Thinking, thinking, thinking.
Today has been a slow day, and yet it also has passed on by at a rather accelerated pace. Bit of a paradox, though not really. Anyway, That’s how this bit of writing has started.
Sitting here, the light of the light in the room shines on down and into the area upon which I am working. I race over the keyboard in order to express the words that want to come forward. I am trying to beat the clock but I am also trying to make sure that all of this makes as much sense as I can make it make.
I’m still thinking. Thinking about sleep, thinking about food, thinking about things that aren’t that important at the moment. Thinking about a lot of things, but mostly thinking about getting this finished off. Should probably adjust my seat so that I’m back at regular seat height for my regular seat height that I feel is my regular seat height.
Oh wait; Seems it is already there. Just does not feel as such. Oh well. Will keep on going. Still trying tog et tot he end of this but I already seem to be slowing right down and that is something that I really do not want to do. I just want to keep on going and then I can rest for a little bit before I pick up the proverbial pen and then get back to bashing away on the keyboard. Lots of things to do, little time; it’s the usual story. Oh well. Will find a way. Always do. Will just stress for no reason for most of it though, but that’s fine, but only so long as I manage the stress. Could be worse. Could be much worse. Still got to work on improving that, however.
The sounds outside are calm, as though a spell of peace has fallen over the area. Still, if there was a bit of noise it probably wouldn’t be bad noise… I hope. Gotta hope in times of duress, not that I need to be concerned with such a thing, which is lucky for me. Not so much for others.
Anyway, I think I’ve said all that I want to say. Just going to sit here and kill some time and hope that the day slows down a bit so I can get back to doing more in more time, rather than less in more time. Rather do more in less time, but don’t always get to win the things I want to win so I’ll make do with what I can and just get to the end of this and then resume plans of relaxation and then float on off to somewhere else before my hand starts telling me to stop due to the pain I am causing it, such the pain that I just so happen to be causing it right now in this very instance. I guess that means that I’ll stop this writing here.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:10:60
This… I think I was trying to disengage from the day a little bit when I wrote this, which explains its sense of nothingness… I think.
Written at home.