Doing that being tired thing again and I should get on with the getting on, but I’m not, but maybe I will now, but I don’t know if I will and so many other things that are needing worrying about are cropping up, but they’re not, but they will, but perhaps there is a way out, but who knows, really?

So I’m pushing through the being tired and I’m pushing myself along and now I’m moving – grooving optional – and I’m getting on with the getting on and all that, and I need to keep on going as there is a lot of stuff I need to have ready to go on Monday, but I don’t know if I will, but I’m gonna try. There is a strong need to try as I’ve made promises, or at least insinuated dates, and maybe I’ll get there, but maybe I won’t. Who knows.

I’m talking about getting stuff uploaded on Culture Eater.

So I need to get through the being tired and get to writing so I can have things finished, and then from there I can move on and I can relax a bit, but maybe I cannot. I don’t know yet. There still is quite a lot of time to find out if I can or cannot relax, and I do want to relax, but I don’t know if I can or cannot and now all I’m doing is writing in circles and I need to stop that… or do I?

What I need to stop doing is procrastinating and just get on with it all. I need to write and do the things and make sure that everything is good to go so I can relax, but there is no relaxing. There is no sleep; it’s just an eternal state of being awake and forgetting what fatigue is as you push so far beyond and so far through it and stay too hyped up on caffeine and sugar that you then transcend the need to sleep and become sort of self-generating perpetual energy machine of some nondescript type, and it all works out somehow, or it doesn’t and then you eventually sleep, but you wake up tired as it was not enough, even if it should have been enough and you don’t know where to go from there so you go for the coffee and suddenly you’re still tired.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that after this I’m gonna do a bit more writing and then I’m going to sleep. I think I’ve earned my sleep, but perhaps I haven’t. Perhaps I don’t know what it is that I’ve earned. Maybe it’s too early to tell right now. Maybe it’s not early enough. Need to strike that balance, but before I do I should get this done and then try and sleep and then keep on procrastinating, as there is a lot of procrastination to do before I start panicking over not doing much of anything,

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:42:81

I like how this gets worse the longer it goes.

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