You know when you hurt yourself in your sleep and you’re not sure how and it takes days to get better and you’re not sure why but you have to deal with it and just wait for everything to rest and go back to a sense of normal, or at least what you think is normal so you can go back to doing the things that you were doing?
So anyway I’m sitting here and I’m pretty sure but I’m dealing with it as there are other things that I need to take care of and get through and so I am doing that, but it’s just really annoying. It kind of hampers things, but it is not the worst thing to deal with and really, it’s not even a big deal. It’s just a thing that will pass with time and so I spend my time waiting for it to pass so that I can get on with getting on, as it were.
Maybe it is.
So I’m sitting here and slowly trundling along through things and it’s just routine as per usual but at least routine is a little more interesting, though maybe it is not and I’m just deceiving myself into believing that it is. Hard to tell but there is a tell and so in telling with the tell I feel I can do something such as try and scramble my way through this bit of writing in a slow and lethargic manner and hope that something comes out of this.
I think today’s issue is that I’m already thinking about other things to write about when I should be focusing on this, or at the very least not thinking about other things that I want to write about as it is causing an issue where this is lagging in a way that creates a heavy drag. This is collecting a bit of debris that should not be there. This should be riding the air currents with a grace and ease that belies the silliness, but that is not happening. It is a day of lumbering and I’m allowing the lumbering to occur. Therefore I shall loudly complain about things but I won’t put my focus here. I’ll just let things keep on happening and the keeping on with happening is what will occur.
So from here (or there) where should I go? What should I do? I could keep on letting this drag out or I could just nip this in the bud and move on. There are options and I am considering them, but perhaps that is part of the problem. I’m not moving on from the mess and so I’m just adding more mess until it all piles up and no longer is recognisable as something that could be recognised as something, though that too is something and so really I’m just getting stuck on a bit of a loop.
I should break the loop but I don’t have enough space.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:15:72
I think this would be best described as a whole lot of words thrown into a void and expecting something that reads well returned. Then again, I wasn’t expecting anything, so… yeah.
Written at home.