And so once more the day comes and very soon I’m going to be doing the transcribing that I’ve been putting off for months. Why? I don’t know. There has been plenty of time in which I could’ve gotten it done but I haven’t and so now I need to get it done. I need to get it done today and that will be what today is. Quite possibly eight hours of work will take up all the time I can offer myself but that’s okay for the time being. It could be much, much worse.

Today will be a day of hard work and soothing music and listening to the words of someone as they spill out of their mouth in some sort of order that makes cohesive sense, and hopefully sense beyond the cohesive too. Today will be a day of achievement and slowly draining myself of all the power that I have so as to be able to rest well; to be able to nap in a way that makes sense, as it will be a nap to the length of eight hours and that’s not bad. Some might say it’s good, and I would be inclined to agree.

My hand is hurting. There is pain shooting through but I am persisting today as I must persist. I must push through so I can get things done. I don’t want to work with pain and it’s not a healthy way of operating but it is how I will operate today. However, before I get on with the getting on there will be much procrastination. I will procrastinate by doing other things and I will do those other things in a particular order. Will that order make sense? I have no idea. However, today will be productive.

Now that I have all of that out of the way I think it’s time to look toward the past as it rapidly approaches. It is approaching this train station and I will hop on and I will be taken backward. I will be taken somewhere I don’t normally want to go. I will embrace a nostalgia of a more productive time and that will be my destination. I will go from burning out to burning out… in the past. That is where I want to be as it’s much more warm being burned out through fond memories that are idealised with a hint of innocence than it is right now as things may or may not be about to collapse.

So I think I’ve said all I can about whatever and I’ve certainly said things about things I’ve said plenty of times before. Therefore it is now time to move on from this bit of writing and get ready to start the next bit of writing. From there I will bloom into a wonderful set of flowers, or rather my day will and I’ll get as much done as I need to get done. Therefore, it is time to begin.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:06:01

Sometimes I wonder as to why I think some of the stuff I write is worth sharing when I see very little worth in what is written.

Written at home.