Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1197: Never Enough Weekend

A long slog at work and now I write in the evening. I don’t want to be writing now but I’m doing it anyway. It is good to keep some semblance of routine, sometimes.

Well, maybe it would be better to rest but right now I am refusing. I am being stubborn about it, but I still refuse. I refuse as I must writer. I must hike up the mountain of writing and get to the summit and then I need to find a way to go further as there is a lot of writing that must be done before the thing that will be done is done.

I need to make sure that I speak in a vague and potentially lofty manner so as to be able to seem as though this is a dramatic undertaking for me.. I need to make sure that I do this, but I also need to make sure that I keep some sort of balance throughout the whole thing.

I need to rest.

So anyway, on this journey of which will be of the perilous and… perilous variety, I’m sure I’ll encounter many challenges. However, in stating that, there is a possibility that there will be no challenge at all, except for the fact that I’m not gong anywhere and really just sitting here, typing away in the hopes that I can get something written before I am too tired to do anything and it all swirls around in on itself until it congeals into something that is far lesser than the sum of its parts, and that’s the way it should be, let me tell you.

I think that in saying that I need to make sure that whatever it is, a large chunk of it cannot easily be seen as something that can be considered as itself for there needs to be as little direction and guidance as possible. There needs to be so little that at the end of the day there is no telling of anything and this goes on for so long that there are questions about what once was and how we get back there because nothing makes sense anymore.

Confusion will reign supreme and the ants that were doing their things will abscond from their mighty thrones in the hopes to get away from the zeitgeist that is rapidly approaching and casting vast forms of reproach upon all the inhabitants of this planet we call home, and then what will we do? There wouldn’t be much and we’d just have to accept it all, and let me tell you, this is not something I will stand for and it has nothing to do with the comfort of this seat. No, we will need to all rise on up and then sit down and go to wherever we need to be as we’ll still be expected in the office by nine in the morning with the morning being Monday.

There’s never enough weekend for getting stuff done.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:23:52

This was a tough write but it became a bit easier around the halfway mark. Once I was able to push through being tired and sort of “let go”, the rest seemed to flow.

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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