So I’m sitting here and I’m trying to think of something else that I can write about. I’m trying to think of anything and I guess that what I could do is write about my day. However, in sitting here in silence I’m realising that I’m just really tired right now and perhaps I should think about other things, such as going to sleep.

I could try and make this a lengthy and garbled mess, but really what I really want right now is sleep, or at least to lie in bed for a good while. I need to rest. It is time to rest and that is what I need to do.

I’ve done a fair bit of driving and now I’m going on a pointless complaining that will ultimately lead to nowhere, such as it is, and so therefore I should think about other things now. I should think about writing about other things. I don’t want to write about being tired; I’ve done that more than enough times and I don’t think it is warranted anymore. Well, maybe it will be at some stage in the future, but right now I don’t feel as though it is warranted. What I do feel, however, is that there are other things that I could write about that have a greater justification to their existence.

I was going to try and get two more bits of crappy fiction written down, but I really don’t think I have it in me right now. I think I can mash out a good amount of words on something that matters even less, but that’s a real “let us see what happens” type of thing that I also don’t feel much like entertaining. Maybe it really is time for me to rest. Maybe I should stop doing this right now and just get into bed and then let the art of sleep take over so that I can wake up in the morning feeling refreshed, or at least feeling as though there is an idea of feeling refreshed and so on and so forth. That would leave me feeling better and I’d much rather feel better than worse. I imagine most people would rather feel better than worst though, so that isn’t really saying very much at this present time in the present.

What can I currently say that would say a lot in the present? I’m very good at using a lot of words to say very little, but maybe I should start looking at turning that around. Maybe I should start looking at using less words to try and say vaguely profound things that help express my ability to be profound and wise and all of those other things. Maybe I could look to do that. That seems like a fruitful endeavour, but the thing is that I’ve run out of words to use and therefore there isn’t much I can really say.

Maybe I could say a lot without saying anything at all. I should attempt to do that maybe. Maybe that can lead to providing things that are profound and then in providing that kind of profound stuff I’ll achieve something that I didn’t think was possible for me to achieve.

Whatever that thing would be, I’ve no idea and maybe that scares me a bit, so maybe I should hold off and think of doing something else entirely. Maybe I should just look at saying things not with words, but with something that I can;t think of right now.

Maybe I really should rest and pack this away and then call it an evening even though it is a night and it is dark outside and it is light in here due to the po9wer of a light that is being used at the present moment.

Maybe I should just sleep.

There are things that I could be doing and I will do them soon but instead of doing them now I am doing this and in doing this I postpone the inevitable; something of which I need to stop doing. However, I will get to all of that soon as I need to think of something that I can do to make this worth the time and effort that is being put in even though it will be ended soon.

How soon? I don’t know.

Anyway, there surely is something. I could talk about the mouse that is next to the keyboard and I could talk about how it is not currently being used. I could do that. That might lead to something. I’m not sure if it will, but it might. There’s a thought.

Then again, any thought that I could be diving to that right now I could instead be giving to this and in giving that thought to this the work grows and spreads and becomes something better than what it currently is. Then again, maybe it’ll be worse and it’ll get tangled up all over itself and then what will I do? Where will I go? Who could I drag over here and get to look upon this thing and ask them as tow here I went wrong? Oh, how I would despair!

So what I’m really saying is that I’ve got nothing to say right now and perhaps that is the better thing. Perhaps it is a sign and signs are often telling of things. Good to pay attention to signs and all of that other stuff. Need to make sure to do so so as to be better informed when there are signs about.

Then again, what does any of that matter if all I’m going to do is keep on prattling on about things that don’t even matter in any way, shape or form?

So I guess what it is that I’m really saying is that I’ve no idea as to what it is that I’m saying, though truthfully there might be some idea, but then again, It’s likely there’s none.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:03:33

Fast and came easy. I think I stopped a few times to think about what I was writing, but still this just all came out.

Bit of a mess. Perhaps there are things in here that capture a sense of something.

Written at home.