The sludgy mire of fatigue is a strong one and it is mine to be able to try and escape from, but of course I probably won’t, so therefore there will be no consequence other than the bitter complaining that will escape from me on the odd occasion. I am yet to deem when it will be worthy to complain, but that will come around later.
I am tired and I am really feeling it, and today is not the day that I want to be feeling tired, for there are things of which need to be tackled and I am not feeling as though I am up to the task, but up to the task I must be and soldier on I must do, for there is little else to be done, so therefore the doing of the things is what I will be doing today. I will do them sluggishly and I will do them with much error and no respite. Respite can come later, and hopefully will come later, for I very much need a bit of sleep right now, but of course that is not something I should be worrying about right ow. What I should be worrying about is doing the things and not doing the writing for there is no need for me to write right now, though there is as I am a creature of routine and the routine is what I am embracing right now.
However, instead of embracing routine, what I should be doing is… I don’t know where I am going with this, so perhaps I should drop the thread and try to work something else out in order to take this into new and exciting directions of which are quite unheard of and unseen and all of that other stuff.
Beyond all of that, I think that perhaps today is a sunny day, as that is what I can see. I also think that perhaps there will be some sort of rest where I will be able to rest and once I am resting I can then take advantage of the fact that I would be resting and then rest some more. There will be more rest and not less and I will go from there.
With all of that out of the way I must think about my next steps and those involve the talking about the things of which there is no point in talking about as I like illustrating the point when there is none. This is all of a waste of time and I am fine with that, but at the same time if I could somehow turn all of this around and make it all better I’d probably take that option instead of writing whatever this has turned out to be, so… yeah.
I guess the point is related to being tired and rambling, but I’m sure that, given enough time, I’ll make sure it is clear and perhaps too overtly obvious, I think.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:04
This is highly lacking.
I think there’s a good flow in parts; at the same time, I think a lot of this is really rough and without substance.
Written at home.