Still fried, but maybe less so. However, now disequilibrium kicks in and it’s all fun and games until… yeah.

So I’m sitting here and I’m wondering to myself about how to best navigate the rest of the day. I’m sitting here wondering about how much longer the day will extend itself, and I’m wondering as to how soon I can shake this cough, but it doesn’t overly matter. Soon I will be heading outside to go buy some of the necessities and then I’ll come back to sit here some more. I’ll spend the day how I see fit (though, admittedly some of it has been productive) and no one will be able to take that away from me, or something.

There’s a breeze about and upon it is the sound of activity, and something about it sounds nice. It’s difficult for me to articulate what, exactly sounds nice about it, but it does. Maybe it’s that it’s there and it’s soon something I’ll be experiencing in a different way as I too will be there, outside, walking about to go buy some things that are needed. Maybe that’s what it’s all about. I don’t know.

Sometimes it’s good to not know. Sometimes you don’t need to know. Sometimes you need to think you’re close but you should never reach an answer. I don’t know and it’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get any confirmation and that also is okay. What I know is that right now I’m in here and I’m tying, and soon I’ll be heading outside and when I do I’ll be walking and walking is what I need to do.

I need to have my sense of balance more than I need to walk, but I feel a need to walk. I feel a need to go outside and experience some stuff and I feel a need to keep moving. I am distressed but I need to keep doing stuff and I need to do my best to stop it from having this overwhelming grasp upon me. I need to do things with my day and I need to get up from all this distress weighing me down, and maybe it’s a little easier today, but it doesn’t make the distress any less. Perhaps in a sense I could consider myself lucky today as not going to the shops to buy things means having to deal with other stuff and… yeah.

So I’m not sure where I was going with this, but I think I get an idea across. I think I’m getting something across, but I don’t want to be writing this, that at least is certain. I want to be writing stuff that’s less weighted by all this pressure as it’s not helpful to anyone or anything.

At least, that’s what I think. Maybe someone will find it helpful. Who am I to say what is and is not?

So with that said, it’s time to wrap this up. Time to go outside.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:27:33

Still pretty trash writing. Getting a bit more concise, maybe. A bit less weighed down, at the least.

Written at home.