It is cold once more and I am going to fight against it the only way I know how; Not by staying warm, but by bitterly complaining about the fact that it is cold. Sure, I could stay warm. I could get warm and then feel better about the whole thing, but why would I do that? That gets in the way of complaining so I will complain. I will complain until I can no longer complain. Then I will complain some more.
Today feels like it will be a busy day and that’s a good thing. It is good for today to be a busy day as I need a day to be busy. Of course, I need it to be busy in the way that I want it to be busy, but that’s not going to happen so I will complain about that also. I will complain that I won’t be able to choose the kind of business (although I can, but that’s beside the point) and I will complain about the fact that I am beholden to the needs of the business to be dealt with in a way that I don’t want to as that means I don’t get to be busy in the way that I want to be busy.
I will complain about everything as that is what I need to do at the present moment. Well, I don’t, but that is how I want to deal with everything and so that is how I will deal with everything. Sure, it’s not necessarily the most effective way to go about things but it is how I will go about things. I will do it and in doing it I will get to some thing and then I will rest. I will rest and take it easy, even though I don’t know what “it’ is at the moment, but I’m sure that will enough exciting chapters along the way I will work it all out.
Maybe I won’t, but you never know until you try. At least there will be something more to complain about once it is all said and done, or done and said.
I think that it is a nice day and I do not like that it is cold as I know that right now I can move much faster than I currently am, but it being cold gets in the way of that and so I should try and warm up a bit, but that’s not going to happen as that gets in the way of complaining and that is something that I don’t want to have to deal with at the present moment.
I think my typing is getting worse. I think I can complain about that too, but if I don’t I will complain about not complaining and that is how it will all go down, or up, depending on which direction I feel like complaining in though that’s something that won’t matter so long as I complain.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:51:58
A bit faster than I expected due to the cold slowing my hands.
I think this one works as a silly bit of writing. Beyond that, not sure.
Probably could’ve been smoother.
Written at home.