Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1061: Throwing at the Wall

And so we reach the end of another day and the end really is not actually here yet, but it soon will be. I also need to think about what it is that I can throw at the wall and hope that it sticks, but I’ve got nothing.

I’ve nothing at the moment and, to be honest, that’s okay. It could be worse, It could be better, but it could be worse. This isn’t a bad thing to have at the moment. I am relaxing and that’s alright, but I need ideas. I need something that will drive the brain into a frenzy so I can come up with things that I could not think of before.

There is a fly on the ceiling, but it is giving me nothing at the moment so therefore I will ignore it. I don’t care that it is walking back and forth and I don’t care that it is looking for something.

Maybe it is actually a spider. Don’t want to find out right now.

So anyway, I’m sitting here and I’ve nothing. I could talk about the pattern on the desk that I sue to write all of this crap, but I don’t want to talk about that. I don’t know what I want to talk about, but I do know that if I keep on going eventually something will come forward and when that thing comes forward I will find out as to what it is that I will be writing about and then when that happens something something and so on and so forth.

Maybe I should not be writing right now and instead I should just relax for a while. Take it easy, do something easy and some other stuff too. Read a book. Think about life. Breathe for a while. There are so many options and why should I limit myself to just a few? I could limit myself to many and then go from there and see where everything leads.

That is a good idea, but it is also a bad idea. Also, my wrist hurts and so I should probably slow down a little but right now I feel as though I am on a roll and so I will keep on rolling as that is what I want to do. I want to keep on rolling and keep on going, but even then perhaps this is better stopped here rather than there. I think this may have gone on for far too long. There are other things to worry about too and maybe those things involve looking out my window and looking at the lawn and wondering as to why it keeps on growing despite all my scowling and howling at it.

Then again, maybe there are other things that I need to think about here, but I won’t think about those right now as I need to stop staring at the spider up on the ceiling, though maybe I don’t want to. Not sure.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:59:04

This isn’t great. It’s really bad.
I think I waited too long to write today.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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