Tired. Lethargic. A series of things that I currently feel.

It is cold and I am cold and I am tired, but I need to push through it all. I need to get back to being writing fit. I need to do things. I need to look forward whilst seeing backward.

A momentous occasion has occurred and I don’t know if I can be bothered to write about it, but I can confirm that I am happy to have been wrong about what I felt was going to happen.

Now is the time for rest but there will not be much of it. There will be a lot of things that need to be done in the immediate future, for working and fighting and pushing for a greater sense of equality never end. There needs to be a lot done and there needs to be a lot of that doing being done. For now, I sit here and I think about things.

I think about how my hands are cold and that is impacting my ability to write. It is not the worst thing int he world; there are worse, so I won’t really finish that sentence.

I think that I need a bit more sleep at this point in time. I’m a little tired and I’m quite tired and I need rest. I need to sleep and then feel recharged in the morning. That would be ideal, and of course I’d want that to be the result (the feeling recharged), so maybe that will happen.

That’s pretty much all I have to say for now. There may be more later, but for now that is it. That is all and perhaps that is all that there should be. There could be more, but for now there is little else of which I feel I have the ability to conjure from the recesses of my mind. Maybe a good thing; maybe a bad thing, but a thing nonetheless.

I think that instead of continuing on I should wrap this up and I will. I will wrap this up, but before I do that I need to stretch this out for far longer than it has any right to be stretched out. That is the way it works and so I’m going to get that done and in getting that done I will have wasted time. In wasting time I will have found a way to get through to the other side of this writing. I don’t have to do any of this. I don’t have to publish any of this at all, but I will as it’s trash of the trashy and wasteful variety and it needs to go forward.

I think with that being said I do need to rest some more. I need to rest for long enough to feel better and get back to doing more things rather than less things. That way I can go on and do more things, but for now I’ll do something.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:95

I sat on this for a few hours. Was unsure if I was going to upload as it’s pretty bad, but I’ve nothing better right now so… yeah?

Written at home.