Today I’, going to attempt to do something I’ve been thinking of doing for quite a while. Most of that thinking of has been here and there, but over the past few weeks it has become more prominent and so the only way that I can get about to doing it is by doing it, really. I don’t know if I’ll achieve what I want to do, but if I do it will become more apparent throughout the day that it is being done.

Maybe I won’t get it done but I’ll get a lot of other things done in the process. That is a possibility but who knows what will happen at this stage. I can only try and do what I want to do and I can only hope that in that trying I do get to the end of this and then… yeah.

Now that I think about it, I can’t go throughout the whole day anyway as at some point I must head out to be an adventurer of sorts and that takes some time and effort and a series of other things that I don’t know about, so we’ll see.

I’m getting distracted. I want to get at least this thing done so then I can go for a walk. That’s more of an urban adventure and not really an adventure as well, but I’m trying to keep the legs pumping and working and I’m trying to get some exercise in. It’s a small amount of exercise but it’s something and something is often better than nothing, as they say, though sometimes nothing is perfectly acceptable. Depends on how you feel and all that other stuff.

But yeah; today will be a day of days and there will be things and this isn’t very interesting to write so I can only imagine it’s not very interesting to read, but it’s going somewhere. That somewhere is toward its conclusion, but maybe it will go beyond that and then I won’t know what to do with myself as I’ve managed to do something that I didn’t know I could do and in doing that… yeah.

So you see, I’ve now run out of things to say at this particular juncture of the morning and now I need to work out how it is that I progress. Maybe the way to progress is to regress and so I will become something more primordially primitive and then I won’t know what to do with myself. Maybe I’ll go eat stuff and yell at still objects and sleep and then do more yelling and eating until I get bored of that and then decide to move toward the next thing, whatever that could or could not be, assuming it could be anything.

Perhaps it will be more nothingness and that’s okay. That’s fine. You need a bit of nothingness mixed into the something of life, but you need to find a balance. Then again, maybe you don’t. I don’t know.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:48:96

I didn’t struggle through this but I know that what I was writing wasn’t worth stretching out. Still, I did, sort of, but… yeah.

Written at home.