Tired and nauseous, but nauseous due to necessary change, but not sure how much that change is required. I know it’s not right now, but maybe it is.

Glasses. It’s not that exciting.

But it’s cold and I don’t like the cold right now as I want to finish this bit of writing before this song ends and this song runs for about six minutes. Not really something I should be announcing, but I am, and so… yeah.

Long day, tired, fatigued, all of those things. Trying to keep on going and getting there, but slowly. It takes time. It takes time to get to where I want to be and it takes time to do what I want to do. But it all takes time.

You need a lot of time and never have enough of it, and that’s why you try and chip away at these things where you can, or at least that’s what I try to do. I try to make use of the time that I have and I don’t use it well, and it floats on away and I find myself dreaming as though I were a bird going where I feel I must, looking, searching, doing whatever it is that birds do.

Shitting on cars.

Perhaps one day I won’t need glasses, and this is all some sort of trickery that I’ve allowed myself to believe, but it’s change and it’s time and it’s time I don’t want to be spending, but I must as I need to do things. I need to get things done and soon I will, but it’s going to take time. Maybe it will be longer than soon. Maybe it’ll take more time than I anticipated. Who knows.

Actually, I don’t know how long I anticipated, but it’s not this. I was hoping I’d adapt in a few hours, but that is not to be. As such, things continue on. Adaptation is a process. Time is something I have, but not enough of, or rather I’d prefer to spend less time on this change. I want it to happen sooner rather than later, but that’s not to be and so I just have to keep on going and tolerating the illness that I am provided with until my brain can accept and adapt to the change. It’ll get there eventually, or it won’t. I don’t know.

What would be a good change is my hands warming up a bit faster than they are. If they do that, then I’ll be a happy chappy. Until then, however, I have to deal with the cold and the nauseating glasses experience. I’ll have to deal with that and continue on, and woe is me and all that other stuff.

Song’s finishing and I’m not even done going on about what it is that I’m trying to convey, which, admittedly, is not much of anything about anything, really. Change happens and time takes time, and that’s all I have for this evening.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:34:81

I wasn’t intending to write about the new glasses experience, but I did.
Dragged it out a bit too much though, I think.

Written at home.