Still ill, but improving quickly. That’s a good thing.

I have some slight time before I need to get into what constitutes the gritty and the nitty so I’m just trying to mash something out. Doesn’t work too well most of the time and I’m sure today will be no different. However, maybe today will be different.

Slept, got some things done, now here, not there, getting through my thoughts as they swirl around. Slowly picking them up and placing them in an order. Improving. Feeling less shit, as they say.

I’m even listening to happy music!

Now the day stretches out and the sun sits upon it, and there are few clouds. I wonder if it actually rained last night, or if I think it rained due to the grass being damp this morning. I’ve no idea. I could check. but I won’t as that would mean finding out and I don’t entirely want to find out, to be honest.

Writing faster than I have in a while. At least, I think I am. That too is a good thing, I think. I’ve been getting worse at writing. I’d like to think that we are always improving in our writing, but maybe we aren’t. Maybe we do get worse over time if we do not keep working on getting better.

Then again, maybe it’s just stagnation. Anyway…

So this music is nice and I’m sitting here, and maybe I’m, not feeling so bad about today. Maybe I’m not feeling so bad about the future at the moment, but there is work to do. I can feel optimistic but I need to do something that helps to warrant that optimism. I need to take action where I can and drive forward into wherever the road takes me.

Maybe it takes me back to this chair, but I don’t want to know right now. I just want to keep on going.

Today is a busy day but it’s a nice day in that it’s not nice at all and what am I even saying? I’m still ill and maybe I’ve become delirious at this stage. Maybe I need to lie down with a big bowl of ice cream and have it fed to me by a series of robot-powered marmosets that know which way to where when you don’t do but always. Maybe that is the key to my getting better and all this is just some sort of dream that I’m having whilst awake.

An “awake dream”, if you will.

Still, that’s much better than the alternative, which is something that I don’t know so I won’t go there. Instead I’ll just go over here and and see where this takes me.

It’s not taking me anywhere.

Where am I going with this?

I’m not.

I think that perhaps that is enough taking up space for no good reason, and so I will now end this thing, whatever it is, other than a series of words forming a few sentences.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:40:70

Just kind of wanted to spray words and I think I succeeded there.
As for the quality of the writing, well it does a good argument for where that lies.

Written at home.