The heat is on!
Well, it isn’t, but maybe it is. It certainly is getting warmer in here and as it is also humid it is also feeling more humid in here. Not pleasant and all that other stuff, so I must whinge in order to assert my whinging as something that I am doing. That is how this all works and so I need to make sure that it keeps on working, or something. That is indeed what I will do. The best way to proceed, really.
So anyway, now that I have that off of my chest, I must admit that the music of which I am currently playing is rather lovely to some extent and that also I am enjoying it, but I won’t write about it as there are other things to compute in this little brain of mine and the computing is a thing that will indeed happen and in fact it is happening right now. What I am computing is the thought “Why am I writing this?”, which is indeed a thought that I just had and now it is viewable, so you all know a little bit more about me. How wonderful.
So anyway, I think that now that I have that off of my chest, I shall try to find something else that can be expressed through the medium of expression, as there are things out there that can and cannot be expressed and expressing is something that I do intend to do and do it so soon that I shall have expresses something and you won’t even realise it, or something. That is how good I am and I am so good at the thing that I am saying I am so good at doing that I cannot even believe as to how good I am at doing it, such is my prowess of doing good and not bad.
Alright, so anyway, now that I have that off of my chest, I think I can get back to doing what I was doing before, which to be honest was not much. That is a thing that happens sometimes. Sometimes the art of not doing much is something that happens and so it was something that just happened and now that I am expressing the thing that happened, I can openly admit that I have no idea as to what I am doing right now and am desperately hoping for a neat little way to end all of this. However, that sentences was probably a little too long for what it was that I was saying and so I am just going to walk away from it all and pretend that none of this ever happened and that no one will ever read this so that I can go back to living in the fantasy land of my own construction, which is where I kind of want to be right now, but cannot due to the need to process a few photos.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:42:42
Well, this certainly expressed something. Perhaps it expressed some sort of boredom.
Written at home.