Got a rather striking and somewhat aggressive beat going on in my ears right now, and I don’t think I could finish this bit of writing before the song ends, but by golly I’m gonna try.

Cold day. Warm day. What does it matter any more? You try to get things across and you try and cover all your bases so as to lead to a better tomorrow, but if people keep turning away, then what is there to do? Why?

Why am I so damn lazy with responding to the comments that people leave? I need to get back on top of everything, and I might just get there, but there’s a glacier that is cracking and what does it matter, really? Does it even matter? Who cares?

So there are gigs coming up in this wonderful weather that’s coming forward, but I need to get on top of applying for those gigs as once they’re gone, that’s it. There’s no more for me. Well, there are, but dramatic effect.

So this music is building up and the temperatures are currently odd, but at least it looks nice outside and at least I’m here today and tomorrow is not yet today. Funny how tomorrow is always ahead, isn’t it? Future problems; not now problems.

I can still party and I can still cut down on my waste, but I need to get to work faster rather than slower as there’s so much to do and so much to catch up on, but you know how these things go. You know it’s all a load of baloney. The work is gonna be there whether I finish it off or not, so I don’t know why I’m complaining.

I look outside the window and I can see some light, and it looks warmer than it is, and in fact it is going to get warmer than perhaps it should, but that’s fine as it’s almost beach weather. More beach time is a good thing, right? Who wants the cold, anyway? It’s a miserable experience. Does little other than forces you inside, and who wants to be forced inside? I don’t. I want to be out in the sun.

What does it all matter? Who cares if the temperature is a bit on the odd side of things? I’ve got to make sure I keep on churning, and I’ve got controlled temperature on the inside. Doesn’t matter outside. Not something I have to deal with, really.

So anyway, I think today is gonna be a good day and then I’ll get home and take it easy, and that will also be good. It’ll be nice. Low amount of walking, save my energy, do my job, get home tired and roughly in that order. All is good and all is fine, and I didn’t beat the song, but such is life.

There’s some pretty catastrophic events happening in the ocean right now, but that’s far away, and I’ve got things to do anyway.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:34

I get what was coming forward with this and I like how it was coming forward, but I think this is something that needs to not be constricted by the format.

Written at work.