Today is Monday. For some, it it the start of the working week. For me, it is the last day of three days of working before I have a break of one day, then work of one day, then two days off, then another day on…
So that is how I start this one off and now it is a race to the bottom. I don’t know what I will do with the spare time I am afforded tomorrow other than very little. That is not the plan, but it will be what happens. I am slipping more and more into a state of laziness and it is a good state to be in, although it is not and really I am going to try and push through all of that stuff.
So anyway, a race to the bottom. That is what today is. The day will get more and more base and terrible as it goes on and of course I will need to revel in all of that as if I do not, then what is the point at all? There is no point. Sure, the day could be good and I could to work to make it as good as I can, but why would I want to do that? Why would I want the day to get better? It needs to get worse. It needs to start off terrible and somehow sink even lower than I could imagine. That is the only way forward.
There will be stress and pressure dancing with each other and there will be yelling in text format. There will be plenty of things that will annoy and anger me and that’s just the way that I like it as we can’t have peace during a day of paid work. It needs to be pressure and stress and annoyance and anger and hatred and a whole bunch of other thi9ngs that I cannot be bothered to list out at the present moment. Without those things, being lazy tomorrow won’t be as delectable as it would be if I go into the laziness with a sense of already being relaxed.
This should be seen as motivation to do more rather than less, but I’d rather do less. I’m done with this working on things style of life. There’s no point to it and it goes nowhere and so on and so forth. Therefore it is not for me anymore. It is out the window and all the way beyond the horizon. Being stressed out and being lazy are where “it” is at these days and that is what I’m going to ride out into the sunset, where I will see some sort of comfort that I can indulge in and only need to leave at specific points in time. That is where I will be and this Monday will start the race to the bottom, which is that comfort point.
That said, there is a lot of work to be done before then.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:50
This was a bit of a lazy writing. It shows.
Written at home.