As inclination fades I feel it is time to try and do something today. Will see if it happens; won’t announce it; just will try, and see, and then we’ll go from there.

So sitting here, wasting some time before I head on out to do the usual photography stuff. Not sure if it’ll go well or not. Not sure if it will be fantastic. Will find out soon enough, I guess. Still need to kill some time; still need to watch and look outside my window, and still need to figure some things out.

Need to stay awake as it’s a long one, but I think I will get there. I hope I will get there. Really not sure, really.

The music I’m listening to at the moment is, perhaps, for a darker room or an open sky. I am not sure, and it’s pleasant, and I don’t really care if it has a specific feel or something to it. It’s just nice stuff to have playing right now. Could be worse; could be unpleasant music, and I’ve heard plenty of that in my life, though maybe…

It is a bit cold and it is slow, but I persist. I try to get this done. I’m trying to get this done, rather. I’m trying to string together thoughts in a manner that gets across all that I want to get across, and soon I will be out of the house. I will be moving among people and maybe there will be some dancing. Maybe there won’t be, but I know that it will be a good few hours of work, and I’m looking forward to it, but I’m also confident in my taking a not-insubstantial amount of bad photos.

Maybe it’s nervousness that speaks, or apprehension, or just the fading away from one thing and toward another. I don’t know, but I know I’m looking forward to the night to some extent, and I know that I’ll work hard and do my best, and all those things, because… well, what else am I gonna do? Might fudge it all, but I still should try.

Of course might not fudge any shots, but you never know. I never know. I do hope I don’t, of course.

I’ve started this song again as it’s quite pleasant and all those things, and it eat up some time, but I should look at doing what I need to do soon. I should look at my reckless consumption of time and start being a bit better about it. I should, but I won’t, unless I will, in which case, I will instead waste space on words.

This has been rather lacking in substance, but it has been fun, perhaps. I don’t know. I feel that perhaps now is not the best time to write and that is due to being tired. I don’t know. I do know, however, that I’ll soon get up and make the most of my time. Then I’ll head out.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:11:53

Decent speed but a lot of meandering.

Written at home.