Racing about, trying to get things done before work commences. Still a lot to do but there is also very little. Just churning and burning, as they say.

So much to pack, so little time, don’t want to fry, just keep going and pushing on and trying to not have some sort of emotional breakdown due to being overwhelmed, or something. Just getting through it all and continuing on. Preparing to move to a new place. Not completely certain of where, but it’s happening and it’s happening soon.

Kicking up a lot of dust but that was bound to happen. Need to do more dusting. Never do, but need to do it. Need to keep things a bit cleaner. Need to get on with life.

So I’m sitting here and I’m crapping all of this out, not because I want to (though I guess I do), but rather because I’m trying to cram as much as I can into the next thirty minutes. Maybe a little more than thirty. I’ll find out soon enough. Trying to do the cram and maybe, just maybe I’m successful for once. Should’ve started earlier. Didn’t, but I should have, but that is a missed opportunity and so I just need to keep on going.

Why am I writing any of this? It’s pointless. There is no substance to what I am crapping out here. There is no reason for me to be writing this. I’m offering nothing other than my own ego. That is a bit of a shame really, but that’s life at this point, but I could be saying something more. I could be talking about how some people look down upon others under the guise of religion. Is that worthwhile though? Some might say yes. Some might say no. Ultimately it doesn’t matter, but it would probably matter more than someone talking about moving in some messy manner.

I think tat at the end of all of this I’m just gonna keep on cramming. Need to keep moving and get on with things. Need to keep doing the things that I’m doing. Need to get on with living and hope that I get to the end of the day in one piece. Probably will, but sometimes you never know. Maybe you’ll get to the end of the day in two pieces. Then what? Do you smash both parts of yourself against each other and wait for them to congeal into one whole?

Sometimes I think about what people who are no longer with us would be doing at this point in time. I wonder if they would be moving to, or if they’d have settled down. I can’t know for sure; I can only guess. I keep moving through time but they were forced to leave the train a while ago, and that was their exit and it’s hard. It’s hard to not be riding the train without them, and it sucks, but things keep going and I keep on packing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:14:91

Bit of a mish mash. Some heavy stuff in here which may not have been best to include. Not sure.

Written at home.