What is the time?

It is the time to churn something out. Should’ve done it this morning but now is the right time and so I race on ahead. I don’t have long as soon work resumes, but I will get there. I will get to the end of this and then do whatever it is that I need to do from there. Need to make sure that my hands don’t tear off and need to make sure that they warm up sooner rather than later.

There are a few things of which I need to make sure of.

Right now I’m just gonna try and get this written and then move onto whatever it is that comes next, so really, it will be the same as always. However, there is a twist:

The day of work is over and I happen to be writing this after the day of work so as to get to the end of this and turn it into something of the night, though of course I don’t know if I indeed will be able to do that so I’m not focusing too much on it and instead trying to just get the thing done so that I can do the other thing nd so on and so forth.

Do wish it was a little less cold, however. Hands are not coping too well so I need to try and keep on going and try to stay warm and all of that other stuff and so on and so forth and you can already tell that I’m in a bit of a struggle. Still going to try and steer my way out of that struggle, but who knows as to what will happen? There still is plenty of space for things to go wrong and of course I am racing myself so it is likely that quality will continue to decline until I get to the end when I can then rest my hands as they need a rest as it is difficult to type when my hands are cold, but this is something that I’ve covered far, far too many times and as such I don’t really want to keep on covering it, so perhaps I will stop trying to cover it and instead move onto something else, but I am not sure as to what else there is that is out there. It is a quiet night and I am here, kind of resting and hoping that the resting continues for a while as there are a few things of which I need to take care of so there is no real rest for me, but at let I got this typed out quickly, as though that is an achievement that trumps quality; something of which I feel I should spend more, rather than less time pursuing.

That all said, my neck hurts so I’m going to wrap this one up somewhere around here and then go back to resting for a bit.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:38:53

Messy writing. I have a feeling that if I did this in the morning then it would read much better.

Written at home.