Put this off for too long today and that is not a good thing as they say.

It is approaching the evening and therefore soon I need to do things that involve things happening in the evening, but writing comes first. It always comes first and I am always beavering away when it comes to doing the writing.

There is a low sound outside, as though the wind is passing on by somewhere. It is relaxing in a way, though it may as well not be there. It’s just a pleasant thing to hear, really.

There are many pleasant things out there that are pleasant to hear and I am hear to here them all. Well, I guess I can’t hear them all from here, but I can hear some things. My music is not up too loud which makes things a little easier, so I sit here and I listen and I hear very little. Perhaps that is due to it getting darker outside; I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m sitting here and I’m doing the thing and my doing of the thing is leading to the creation of this.

Should probably have a shower.

I think that I should probably walk away from the computer for a bit. Take a break, give myself a bit of rest. Let the rest take over and let everything fall into place. Once that is done, then I can move onto other things. I can wake up in the morning and find myself in a state of feeling refreshed. Feeling refreshed is always a good thing and that is something that I want to feel. Therefore, it might be best to pursue that avenue and see where it takes me.

Maybe it will take me nowhere. I could wake up and still be here, in front of the computer, achieving very little. I could also be in bed, feeling rested and be ready to take on the day that lies ahead. There could be many things that come from the act of resting and I am here for them, though only if they provide a benefit as I don’t feel much like waking up and being in front of a computer. I also don’t want to wake up tired. I don’t want to keep on writing this either, but I feel the desire to keep on going.

I feel the desire to persist despite it probably being much better that I stop. I feel it in me and I keep on going with whatever it is that I’m going on with. Maybe there are better things that I can do with my time, but I do this as I like the writing.

The blog, not for much longer, though of course that “not for much longer” might not come to be and it could still be a while before it comes to an end. However, for now the writing continues and therefore I keep on writing these words.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:28:78

This feels rather small, if that makes sense.

Kind of rambled.

Written at home.