Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1125: Procrastination Ahead

The day is here and it is firmly in the afternoon. I need to get things done but it has taken me a lot of time and so only now am I feeling like I am waking up. I look outside my window and I see clouds, but today I will not write about them. there are other things that must be taken care of and so those things I will take care of instead. However, the music I’m listening to right now almost seems perfect for writing about clouds, but I will still resist. I will remain resistant to their pull and allure.

I think about what a morning this morning already has been. It has been one full of drama and intrigue and a lengthy quest to seek a lost item, though it wasn’t as long as it felt. Now I sit here and it is as though I never left home, but I still feel tired and drained, but these are not things that I have the time to worry about. Right now what I must worry about is warming up and getting back to being writing fit. There are things that I must tackle before the end of the day, but I must tackle them in a way that involves no violence. As this tackling involves writing that shouldn’t be too hard to do, but maybe it will be.

Maybe all of this tackling will be a difficult endeavour and I only have myself to blame if it is as I’ve let things pile up far too much. It is not a good way to go about things and so I need to do better. I need to be better. I need to get on with getting on and I need to make sure that all I must do and all I will do is what I will get done. I need to also speak less in vague proclamations and actually get on with the getting on, but before all of that I will keep on speaking in vague proclamations. I will keep on keeping on and I will stay on the path that I am currently cutting for myself.

Once that is all done, then I can do the other things. I must procrastinate to an unreasonable degree and once I have done that I can then do the things. Sure, I could just not procrastinate but I desire to let the clouds pull me in as they drift on by, carrying condensation until it is time to no longer carry it and therefore let it all fall upon the earth to moisten the soil and hopefully allow for more vegetation to grow.

Alright, I think I’ve said enough about nothing. It is time to start moving toward saying something about something. There is a fair bit of work to do and there is little time to do the work; nothing out of the ordinary, so really I best get on with the getting on.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:29:83

This one felt less smooth to write than yesterday’s but it still came out with some ease.
That said, I’m not sure as to a bit of what I wrote here as I was pretty switched off which is part of the point, but I imagine some of this comes off more as thoughtless than it does stream-of-conscious.

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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