It is cold, though that is not surprising in the least. Of course it is cold; it currently is the season of winter, but I don’t want to go on about that as there are other things that I need to crap on about and all that other stuff and so on and so forth.
So I’m sitting here and I am writing this and, aside from my hands, I am rather warm. It is a nice warmth as it is a warmth that means that I am warm and I am thankful for that as it means I am fortunate, but that does not mean that the situation cannot be improved and all of that other stuff.
Yep; strapped for ideas on this one, so be prepared as this is going to be a rough ride.
So I sit here and I type this stuff and I wonder to myself as to why I do type this stuff as it doesn’t seem to have much of a point in existing other than to exist through the creation of my doing the writing thing.
There are other things that need to be worried about and all that jazz, but right now they don’t quite apply and so I need to think of other things out there and put them in here so that the soup of messiness comes forward and fills my belly so that I can find other things to go on about at length without really touching on any subject, but we’ll see what happens, if indeed anything happens at all, which it won’t as that is not how things work on this particular edge of that place known as Cyberspace.
Maybe it will and I’m deflecting or something. I don’t know, but I guess we’ll just have to find out and see what happens. Of course I just said that but in saying that again I get to pretend that I am reinforcing the thing that I am saying, so therefore something something and I get to the point and then once the point is explained I can move onto whatever it is that needs to be moved onto, which likely is pretending that I am crafting some grand narrative that is woven through the threads spinning from my fingers, though realistically what is happening is I am waffling and in that waffling I keep on going on about things that don’t matter so as to make them matter through sheer will of existence and…
So anyway, I wasn’t sure as to what I was going on about there and in going on about that thing I am not sure as tow hat was has led me to realising what may be and so I think I can get to the end of this bit of writing which probably would be better off left to the side, but instead isn’t so you can all read it and try to something, or not.
Maybe something, and then some.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:25
Not a great collection of words.
I think this is far too messy, though I guess it’s honest in a way.
Written at home.