Alright, so the connection to The Internet here is a bit erratic, but that’s not much of an issue to be honest. There still remains plenty of which needs to be done and I am just the person to do it all, or something.
Anyway, today is a slow day, but a slow day is good as it means that sometimes you get a bit more done. Therefore, I shall continue to do things and consider this bit of writing merely a small stop. It is a breather for me to take whilst I continue on toward the destination that is the target of the goals of today, but I am yet to work out what that is and so I shall continue along the way and finish this little rest and then get back on with the whole “getting on” thing that I usually do.
It’s been a little longer than I would have liked since the last time I did one of these things, but sometimes that is the way things go, I suppose. Could be worse. could be better. It’s somewhere in the middle and that is fine. All of the days float on by at the moment and I make do how I can and where I can. Sometimes there is no making of the do, but instead the doing of the making takes precedence and then something else happens. This might lead to some sort of explosion in creativity following a direction that I had not originally anticipated, but sometimes that’s the fun part of going on a journey, even if the journey doesn’t involve any journeying at all, but I think I am getting ahead of myself with this one and instead should try and focus on what it is that I want to say, though really there is nothing at all that I want to say at the present moment and instead will keep on racing toward the end and hope for the best.
Maybe instead of that I should try and slow down a little and think a little bit more about what it is that I am saying at the present moment. I don’t want to think about that, but maybe I will as maybe it is time that I do a little more thinking. Maybe. I’d rather just keep on doing for the time being so instead of thinking I will just keep on doing and so therefore with the creation of this bit of writing you understand my intent for the bit of writing, but instead of fully explaining and exploring anything I shall continue to touch on what it is that I am trying to touch upon, which is nothing, so therefore there is nothing to glean from this other than the fact that this is a bit of meaningless writing that is going nowhere, but perhaps with all of that being said it does reveal something at the end, but only in knowing that it reveals nothing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:15:25
A mess. A great big mess.
Could’ve been messier really.
Written at home.