Well, it’s time to squeeze out another of those things where I ramble at length about something.

Maybe I’ll go on about fish this time around, but I have a desire to write about chicken again, but perhaps that should be saved for another time. I need to organise my topics in a way that makes sense and makes accessing them an easy endeavour. Probably won’t happen today though as I need to ramble on about things and that rambling comes at a price, or so they say.

Now, I don’t know who it is that says that, but I’m going to choose that I believe them as I need to choose to believe that, or something. Sure, there are other things that I need to choose down the track and this has no bearing on anything, but you have to bear with me as I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel. It took a while to get there, but I certainly have gotten there and now that I’m finally there, something something and so on and so forth.

I think that doing the novel thing again was a bad idea, but I’ve come this far and so it probably is better that I stick it out and get to the end, lest I don’t and then end up with a bit of a mess on my hands.

So anyway, the barrel tried to abscond earlier and there was a bit of a chase. As you can imagine, I was not feeling up to this as I’m rather lazy at the best of times, but I had to rise to the occasion and so rise I did. I got up and I started chasing the thing. It was a bit of a run.

The barrel was more athletic and agile than I was so I had to try and rely on cunning and wit to get to the part where I would catch it. I also needed to make sure that I could pin it down and stop it from running about as that would mean that I would have it pinned down and it would not be able to escape my grasp.

It was running and gaining a lot of distance ahead of me, but the barrel did not account for slight sudden inclines and hills. It fell and rolled a little bit uphill, but then it rolled downhill and into my ironclad embrace. From there I was able to leave with barrel in arms and it had no choice but to keep on letting me dig.

Unfortunately during this whole experience it lost a bit of what was in it and I knew not where that stuff went, so I had to start scraping. This of course was not and is not a good thing and now I need to try and find another way to get to where I need to get, but I’ve so many other things that I should be doing, but I am procrastinating.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:41:67

I have no idea where that idea came from, but it came out and it kind of worked.

Written at home.