Sometimes the day drifts away and you’re left there, dreaming in the day whilst moving through the… day…

I don;t know as to where I was going with that, so I will relent, but only for now, for later there will be no relenting. But anyway.

So the day has drifted away and the work is yet to get itself done so I am here to take over. I am here to commandeer whatever it is and I will spend that time making things up in particular orders so as to make sure they all come together in a way that brings everything together in a way that creates sentences and paragraphs and all of those other things that they will create.

I need some rest.

It’s a day of being ill and sometimes that happens. Sometimes you cannot defeat being ill, but you do your best and you persevere and you get on with the things that you need to get on with so as to be able to get on with the day and whatever it is that the day will bring. However, the day has drifted away and I’m here, hoping for the best. I’m trying to salvage what remains of the afternoon as I don’t want to be writing in the dark. Sure, I could switch the lights on, but that requires effort and I’m lazy, so… no.

I mean, I will, but I am going to pretend that I won’t.

Anyway, there are places that I could go from here to, but I’m not sure I will. I’m not sure where all of this will lead, but I know it will lead somewhere. So long as I keep on digging I am sure that I will discover what it is that I will write something that will lead to something else and the chain shall continue onward until there is no chain left in the chain.

Perhaps sooner rather than later.

So anyway, I sit here and the day drifted on by and I stayed here instead of drifting with the day, and maybe that isn’t the best of things, but it is a thing and so I’ll just keep on doing the thing that I do which is write the thing. Then I will get on with whatever it is that I’m trying to get on with and all things will be vague and not worth reading. That is how it all goes here and that is the way that it will stay for a long time, I think.

Maybe one day there will be something worth reading. Maybe one day I will finally get to the point and all will be revealed. However, that day will likely not arrive and so I’ll just stay here. The days will drift away and I will stay where I am, firmly stuck in a position and unable to get on with it all, but perhaps that is fine. Maybe not later, but right now at least.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:30:63

Right now I’m tired which is not really that different from usual.
As such, this turned out about as well as could be expected, so… yeah.

Written at home.