Time is ticking away today. It is moving at a steady rate, and I wonder as to what I wonder about once more. I sit here and I wonder, and perhaps I can pull down the stars by grabbing one of the edges of the sheet they are upon.

I think about what it is that I just ate, though I don’t. Perhaps it is more that I want to think about what it is that I just ate, but I am not thinking about that and so, really, I’m just here, sitting minding my own business, typing my words out and trying to collect my thoughts so that everything makes sense and I can make sense of everything.

Perhaps there are days that feel more like a convex of the week that they are within, and maybe I feel more outside of everything than I let myself believe. However, today, I feel alright. I feel like things are traveling at a decent rate, and I feel like I can get somewhere more than I normally would feel. Perhaps this is a good thing, but I wonder.

I wonder as to what point noise becomes unacceptable. I wonder as to how much noise I’ve written, and I wonder if it even really matters.

What does matter? What is matter? These are basic questions, and that’s the way they should be. They’re also springboards to greater thought, and that in itself is something to think about, but I don’t want to think right now. I don’t want to think about stuff when I’ve stuff to be happy about, but maybe I don’t have enough to be happy about as I’d like to have.

I do think chasing happiness isn’t a good thing, but it can be a good thing to be happy. I think it’s good to be comfortable too, but how much comfort is too much?

You know, I wanted to write something silly. I wanted to write in a fanciful manner, but I’ve got nothing today. I think it could be the lack of sleep, but it could be a number of things. It might not be anything at all and I’m just drained, and today isn’t a good day for writing. I do know it is a good day for passing time, however. Soon I will be out the door and on my way home, and then when I get home I’ll have other things that I need to take care of. The cycle continues on and I’ll wonder about the flow of all of this.

I do wonder about the weather holding. It’d be nice if it doesn’t rain this afternoon. Still got to take care of chores and some of those involve working outside. But we’ll see. Maybe everything will be fine and dandy and I’m just spending time trying to waste time right now, but I have thoughts and I’m thinking, but perhaps I’m not really “thinking” and just telling myself I am right now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:52:11

This was a struggle. I wasn’t letting myself write and tried to reach without knowing what I was trying to reach for.

Written at work.