Being sick has sucked, but there is some good news, but I need to wait before I can say anything, but, so long as everything checks out, I should be saying something good soon.

That’s not about that though, and instead this is just about words being strung together and hung up on display so they all look pretty and nice and all that. This is about getting to a point, but there is no point. The point was made earlier today, and it was “This is an experience from my life”, and it wasn’t made clear. Or was it?

So I’m sitting here and I’ve done a lot of sitting today, and in all of this sitting I’ve learned nothing and it has been great. In my not learning anything I have managed to learn less. I am losing knowledge, and I am coughing up a storm. The storm has come up and it is something I have coughed, and up it comes and away it goes and now I no longer see where it has gone and I don’t know what to do about that. Help.

I think I won’t think much more about that.

So I sit here and I breathe and I feel the bits of liquid moving through my body, and in this moment I am not glorious in the slightest, and that’s okay. It is okay to not be glorious. However, I may be glorious tomorrow, and if so, well, watch out, for I will be there and I will be ready and all that other fancy stuff I need to say that makes me sound important or whatever. I know it won’t be easy, but it must be accepted and therefore I will wear whatever crown I need to wear in order to show just how high and / or mighty I may be.

Beyond that, however, I don’t know. I do know that eventually I will get to a point where I need to think of something and then I may have to make a decision. What I will think of is my escape and I will make the decision to escape, and that will work out for me in some way. Maybe not so much for others, but for me it will and that will be good and just and I will then be able to live a good life and in living a good life I will be merry and all those other things that sound good.

You know, sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be able to surpass the increasing pain in my right hand, and sometimes I wonder if my days of typing fast are behind me, but then I don’t think about it because it’s not something I spend much time thinking about. There are other things out there that I need to take care of, and it’s one thin in the grand scheme of things.

Besides which, this bit of writing is going to wrap up shortly.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:02

Bit of a mess, but it was a fun mess to make.

Written at home.