One Thousand Word Challenge 89: Squeezing in a Ramble

Once more I am attempting to squeeze something in before work and once more I am questioning as to why I do this so often. Really should make better use of my time. This is too inducing of the stress, though really it is not, though maybe it is.

Not completely sure on that one yet, but for now I shall let it slide away so I can get on with doing other things as right now I’m just going to hurt my wrists more than I should be hurting my wrists. Need to keep them feeling fine for work, but instead I just try and race away and get on with things and see what happens, and this is of course a bit of an issue. Could be worse, I guess, but I could be making it much better for myself than I currently am. Have no one to blame but myself, but I guess we’ll see what happens when I get to the end of all of this.

Anyway, I’m here and I am waiting for the commencement of my shift and in the waiting I write this and then you may or may not read what I write. You may just like it and not read it at all, and I guess that’s fine. Shouldn’t complain, so I won’t. Will focus on other things instead, like getting to the end of this and showing how I have a dearth of ideas at the present moment.

There are other things I should be doing, such as getting ready to start work. That would be much more important than what I am doing at the moment. Perhaps this is an issue that I need to work to get past, but so long as I don’t, then I shall forever keep on writing without pause until I need to pause, in which case there will be a pause and that is something that I will need to grapple with sooner or alter. Preferably later, but you never know with these things, I think.

Well, actually, I do know. I know that I will need to make a pause at some point as I will need to give myself a brief respite. Then I will continue on so as to try and keep time, but what I should be doing is just relaxing a little bit more. I won’t relax and I am not relaxing at the moment, but I really should. I need to give myself some more breathing space. I guess I could be doing worse.

Anyway, I now keep on racing and hope that somehow I am able to fill the space with something that is worth reading. I don’t know if I will, but of course as always I’ll do my best to try. Need to make sure that I at the very least try as that is the essence of trying. There are other essences, but that is THE essence and that is what I am claiming and therefore I can now move onto other things that I want to claim with no basis to claim them with. That is how I am rolling at this particular point, so let us hope that I get it all right or something. I don’t know if I will.

there are a lot of things that I don’t know, but of course I just keep on going in the hopes that I will know them at some point, tho-ugh sometimes I do not and that is how I just like to roll. I prefer that form of rolling over literal rolling as I do get motion sick on the odd occasion and that is something that I’d much prefer to avoid where I can as it is not fun to have motion sickness. There are other things that I’d much rather have over motion sickness, such as not having motion sickness. There are other things also but I am not going to go into them as there is no real reason for me to do so other than to fill a proverbial void with more crab than you can shake a metaphorical stick at.

Actually, maybe there is a reason to do so and maybe that reason involves filling this supposed void with so much crab that somehow it becomes something that can be crossed and finally the other side will be reached. I’ve never seen the other side of a void and this is something that I must admit would be a curious endeavour, so maybe I really should start getting on that train and getting right into it and following the tracks and seeing where they take me. Is this even possible? Of course I do not know if it is or is not, but there is only one way to find out and so I must endeavour to see this endeavour through, lest I do not and nothing comes of it all and therefore I remain right where I was, which is right here doing the things that I always do, which is a thing but there are other things of which are things to boot and those too much be followed on the odd occasion. A few things there, really.

Anyway, now that I’ve said all that I feel is possible for me to say at this particular juncture, I am going to wrap this up. This bit of writing was presented to you by my mind struggling to come up with things and my hands almost keeping up with my thoughts. It was a close thing, but in the end I must go on to do other things for the rest of the day, but of course there will be some more things to come before the whole day ends.

When the come and how they arrive is a completely different thing that I won’t go into right now, but I can assure you, the day continues on and so do my long-suffering hands.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 08:58:14

Rather surprised with the speed at which this was written, but at the same time I think the “quality” suffered quite a bit.

Written earlier today and only up now due to the vagaries of work.

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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