Five-Hundred Word Challenge 839: Brought to you by a Potential Concussion

Alright, so anyway, it’s the afternoon and the shadows are yet to draw long, but I sit here and hope for the best and that they draw longer than usual in some manner that allows the reaching of a linking between shadows and other shadows so that at the end of the day when all is said and done the approaching of the time known as “night” approaches and does what it is meant to do, which is whatever it is that night is meant to do, which is something a bit beyond what I can comprehend at the moment as I hit my head and am feeling a little off. Nothing I cannot shake off, however.

Anyway, when this night approaches it will then be time for the resting and the resting involves closing one’s eyes so as to be able to rest, or something. Actually, there are a few different ways in which rest can be achieved and this is but one of them. Therefore I shall proceed to list all the different ways of resting, except I won’t as, quite frankly, I don’t feel like doing so and would rather recline and be lazy and all of those other things that I would much rather do. Besides which, my hands don’t seem to be working too well today and as such it might not be advisable for me to try and go ahead and punch forward with writing a lengthy list that doesn’t really go anywhere or express anything that you don’t already know, so that is something, or something.

Well, maybe I should, but if I do it shall not be today. I shall be on another day as there are other days upon which I may feel up to the supposed task of doing a thing of which I don’t feel like doing at the present moment due to the severe laziness of which I am currently entertaining and a small inclusion of other reasons, such that it is that reasons occur and do the thing and so on and so forth and I don’t know whether to go from here as I’m tired and grouchy and just want to go to sleep soon and all that other stuff that I want to do, but do not feel as though I have the time for due to reasons of varying strength of which I do not have the effort or inclination to outline due to various other reasons, creating a web of reasoning of which I cannot get into at the present moment as it seems that…

So anyway, I was thinking about continuing that tangent, but that won’t happen at the present moment as I’m tired and lazy and all those other things, so instead of all of that you get this ending which feels more uninspired than usual, but at the very least it probably comes from the heart, though I don’t really know if it does unless I actually do, so yeah.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:10:15

Not sure what I wrote here.

Oh well. Should be fine.

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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