So this morning I wrote something out about making sense and trying to make sense and, as I forgot to include the time I’m starting again. Feel a bit silly for forgetting, but sometimes that is the way that it goes and so here I am, racing off once more in the hopes that somehow I capture some of that lack of magic once more. One slight problem, however:
I don’t feel like writing right now.
I guess that in saying that, I realise that that hasn’t stopped me in the past. It is something that I’ve often pushed through and I guess that in writing this, this is a sign that once more I am pushi0hng through my lack of desire to write. Still, I don’t want to do it. I don’t feel like doing it and I just want to go back to bed and be as lazy as I possibly can, but of course I could have avoided all of this if I remembered to add the time it took to write the previous thing, but I didn’t and now I find myself in a position where I need to churn this out so I can get onto other things.
Well, I don’t, but I like to do this thing even though right now I don’t want to do this thing. It is a tough life, or something and so on and so forth. I could just turn around, but I’ve come this far so I may as well get this finished off. Perhaps I will do better in terms of time this time around. That would be nice. It would be better if I didn’t have to worry about the time at all, which I guess I don’t. However, that would defeat the purpose of the challenge and therefore I shall continue to stride on, regardless of how lazy I am feeling at this present moment.
Now that I have that out of the way, I don’t know as to what else I can say other than I don’t want to work today, but I am, so therefore I’m just adding to the load of work. Still, procrastination is something in which I excel and it would seem like a bad thing to break that habit right now.
Maybe it would be a good thing, but I don’t think that that is happening today. Therefore the rest of this writing will not go anywhere and will not explore anything. It will indulge in my laziness and I will get to the end, then pat myself on the back for a job well done.
Well, maybe I won’t. Maybe instead of all of that I’ll just knuckle down, get this done and then do whatever else comes along without any self-congratulating. Maybe. I don’t know if I feel like taking that route. Would rather celebrate my excess instead of just moving on right now, but of course and as always, that is something for some other day.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:16:93
I think this is better than what it replaced, but I still find it lacking.
Written at home.