Once more an early waking up and once more I’m going to get more, rather than less, done… I hope.
I don’t know why I keep allowing myself to do this to myself. It’s not a healthy cycle, and yet I keep on doing it. Maybe I’m trying to transcend the need for any form of rest, but of course lack of rest requires some form of restitution; it’s not something many can overcome, and so I should stop fighting this. However, I am happy to say that this morning it is not my fault and therefore I am free of blame.
This is of course cause for celebration. I am going to celebrate hard and celebrate like I’ve never celebrated before. This celebrating will involve the getting ready for work as there is no time to celebrate and there is no celebration quite like the “getting ready for work” celebration. Awesome stuff.
Perhaps I will even eat something that provides sustenance, such as food, or food. There are so many options to choose from, but there will be celebrating. I will celebrate so hard that I will look like I am not celebrating. That is the true way to celebrate.
Oh, to be free of the responsibility of the actions is such a wonderful feeling. I feel as though JI can do anything, so long as that anything is within reason, and I have plenty of reason to be within reason for my doing of anything. I feel like dancing, so maybe I will dance. Maybe there will be a great amount of dancing, so long as that dancing is confined to a period of only a few minutes at a time at uneven intervals interspersed throughout the day. This would truly be momentous in some manner as dancing often requires momentum, so therefore I will be engaging in the art of momentum. Truly wonderful and all that other stuff.
I am so filled with joy, it is as though I have no sensation of joy within me right now and am actually feeling quite fatigued. This is all wondrous and exciting and a whole bunch of other things that I’m having difficulty putting into words as sometime that is the way that things go, you know. Sometimes I am just so happy about the fact that I am free of responsibility that I just lose the ability to put things into words and therefore I find myself stuck in a position where I don’t know as to which way I should go. Of course this is not taking into consideration that the way to go is in the direction of the desk of work where I shall due the work of which I need to do in order to get money to spend on survival, but still, you get the idea.
So it is time for celebration. It is time to scream in joy and dance and do those other things, but only in small and finite quantities.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:03:31
Written this morning and only shared now.
I think some parts of this could be good.
Written at home.