The day stretches long and the colour in the sky is weird right now, but I can’t see much of it, so who knows really.

Sitting here and very cold. Was going to write after some exercise as was warm. Decided to let myself cool down first. That wasn’t a good idea. Now I’m trying to push through being cold and I could just put more clothes on but apparently the idea of doing that is one that I don’t want to entertain.

Sitting here, waiting to stop sweating but I think I already did stop and I think I’m just sitting here for no reason whatsoever. I could be up and warming up and doing things but I’m not. I’m just sitting here, typing away, trying to get my hands to work properly and not be defeated by the cold. It makes typing feel so much slower than it should, but that’s life right now.

In this particular moment I am cold but I am sure that my state will soon change and I’ll be a bit warmer soon. It depends on what I do from here, because I could be doing a lot of things from here. I could be trying to escape the house due to a sudden onset of growth which would be so exceptional that I would need to get out of the house before I burst through it due to lacking the space to grow and all that.

Maybe I just need to get out of the house.

Maybe instead I should stay inside the house as there is a good chance that, for how cold I am right now it could be colder out there and why would I want to be colder than I am now? Unless there is some way to be able to grow resistant to the cold by being cold. In that case if I could adapt through exposure then perhaps it is better that I spend more time out in the cold.

Maybe I need to find a way to adapt and mutate and develop so that when I do grow too big for the house I’m prepared to enter the outside world and conquer it in a way that no one has ever seen before. In that happening then I would be free to pursue whatever destiny I desire and I’ll finally be free of all that constrains me. The cold won’t stop me and nor will the heat. My stride will be in leaps in bounds and my smoothness will be so mighty it will be beyond all reason. Logic will fall as it is reborn into something new and I’ll be there sipping my tea as I express motion in a way that far outstrips all and then I’ll be the one in charge.

I think I should go warm up now. I think I’ve had enough fanciness for one day. Then again, there are no limits and so it’s just fanciness until I sleep.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:56

A bit more fun. Really sloppy, but fun.

Written at home.