Well, it’s another day and it’s another day where I’m sitting here saying very little, if anything at all. Surprising I know.

Gotta tackle this in the morning rather than the afternoon. Today I’ll be doing things I haven’t done in a while and so if I want to continue with what I’m doing here I need to do the stuff here before I head out there, into the unknown wide world of scariness and… scariness.

I’m trying to push through being tired and I guess I’m glad that that tiredness is lifting, though maybe it’s not lifting as fast as I would have liked. Such is life and all that other razzmatazz, but you need the people pulling the veil to pull it faster rather than take their sweet time. They’re not paid by the hour, after all.

So I sit here and I crap on out something that doesn’t matter and all is well within the confines of this space, but that’s the way it goes really. Could this be worse? Sure. It’s a cycle of dullness and I’m perpetuating it, but it really is okay for now. Tomorrow is likely to be worse but for now I get to enjoy some semblance of illusion and I’m slightly immersing myself within it, but for how long who knows really?

Maybe it’s better that I face up to things and admit that things are still not okay right now and things are getting worse in terms of my ability to survive, but I don’t want to do that; besides which, no one wants to read that anyway and so it’s better to not talk about those things.

So anyway, a cycle of dullness but only perpetuated this morning due to the need to get it out of the way so I can go do other things and all that other stuff, but of course once that is done I’ll have to come back home and then I’ll be wondering as to what I do at that point. I’ll have an afternoon free to do whatever I want…

Oh, who am I kidding? The heading out is the break as the coming back home will involve doing more stuff upon the arrival of being at home and so… yeah. That’s it, pretty much. The outside is the escape and the inside is where all the obligation happens. That’s the cycle of dullness. This post perpetuates one whilst my life also perpetuates one, though I’m not sure if what I’m doing today could be classified as dull, but that’s something I’ve got to work out at some point, but I don’t, but I might.

Well, I think I should get on with things and get on with getting through some other stuff before I need to start getting ready. It will be a long day, but hopefully an eventful one so long as the events are of a small and rather insignificant nature. Sometimes that’s alright and today it certainly is.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:27:24

Easy to write though I’m not sure if the writing is good.

Written at home.