Another day passes and in that passing the passage of time is denoted by the recognising the passage of time, though it probably wasn’t worth recognising as there was nothing to recognise… at least, on a personal level.

Anyway, now that that is out of the way I can revel in something. I can revel in the sounds and maybe I can revel in the lack of things to revel in but I don’t know what I’ll do from here. I think I should just be resting but there is plenty of time to rest later. I could also try to type a bit faster but I am lazy and laziness takes hold and all of those things.

I’m inside and the world is both in here and out there and I’m thinking about what I’m missing, which probably isn’t much.

It’s probably a lot but I don’t want to admit that.

I think about how being tired really has a negative impact on a lot of the things I do. It makes it more difficult to write and it makes it more difficult to be motivated in general. This isn’t some amazing insight and I know it’s a pretty common thing, but sometimes I wonder as to why I allow this to keep on happening. I could be so much better about the amount of sleep I get, though over the past week, aside from one day, I haven’t exactly decided that not getting enough sleep would be a good thing. It’s just happened and, as it always does, it is affecting my ability to get anything done, but it’s not that big a deal at the end of the day.

Sleep is something that should be less elusive and, really, it’s something that everyone should be able to embrace without any issue or trouble. People shouldn’t have to fear going to sleep and people shouldn’t have to go to sleep afraid. Sometimes that’s a thing and I wonder as to what we can more actively do to minimise and hopefully eliminate that as being an issue.

There are a lot of things we could do to make things better but I’m struggling to think of other things. My mind is so set on thinking about my lack of sleep and it doesn’t help anything or anyone and so I’m just going to continue on rambling about the lack of sleep. It’s not a good thing but again, it’s not the worst thing. There are worse things I could be going through right now so I’m just going to continue on with my rambling as that’s about all I can do at the moment. Sure, there are other things I could do, but motivation and all that.

Maybe there will be more sleep tonight. Of course I hope that that will be the case but there is no telling right now and so I’ll just keep trundling on and I guess what will happen is I’ll see what happens.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:36:79

More blandness. It happens.
There’s something in this that could’ve made for interesting reading but I touch on it far too lightly.

Written at home.