So I was gonna start writing a little earlier. Then I procrastinated and now I’m writing now.

Funny how that happens.

The sun is out and the sky is dulled, but there is sunlight coming through. I can see that and it’s oddly nice, if that makes sense.

What am I writing? I don’t know why I’m writing this. I want to go on an adventure of words and it’s just not happening. I think today is gonna be a slow and dulled one, but it’s also going to be incredibly busy and all sorts of packed and crammed with things and I just need to get to the end of it in one piece.

It’s going to be a long day and it stretches out a good long while, and that’s the way it is but it’s not bad. I’ll probably blink and miss it, and then spend too much time wondering where the time went, but it’ll be okay. There are worse things out there and this is fine. Having the day fly on by is not the worst thing in the world, but sometimes it can feel like time has been wasted.

Sometimes; not all the time.

I do have to wonder, however, if the time is wasted or if it’s just not used in the way I hoped it would have been used. It’s probably the latter in a good few cases where there is some sort of productivity, but I don’t know. Who knows?

Well, I guess I would know if I thought about this enough and I probably have, but right now it is not something I want to entertain. I’d rather use the time I have to be productive in a way that I feel is conducive to an effective use of my time. How do I go about that? I don’t know, but I imagine it doesn’t involve writing in the manner that I am currently writing. I imagine it involves doing things and getting things done and following that particular order of things in order to get things done and do things that I find are fulfilling.

Sometimes you have to put all of that aside, however. Sometimes you just can’t do the things you want to do, and that sucks. In a sense, I wouldn’t mind doing the things that I want to do as a job. I already do, now that I think about it, but I don’t get paid to do them, so… I guess what I’m actually saying is that it’d be nice to get some money from what I like to do so I wouldn’t have to spend as much time as I do being tired. That’d be nice, but these things take time (if they ever happen at all), but I’d also be making better use of my time, or maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t know and I don’t want to try and work it out right now.

Maybe I’ll try again later on today.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:05:58

Another one written at work and not done anything with until now.
I think this could’ve been something really good but it didn’t happen. Alas.

Written at work.