About to tear through a few things, and I do hope that it is indeed a tearing. Being lazy and definitely not being tired, and I’ve done far, far too much of that as of late. Need to get back into shape and need to speed off into the writing horizon. Don’t know if I will get there, but today I will. Today I will get through all of the things and then once I’ve done that, I will get through a bunch of other things, and I’ve said that far too many times at this point. Still, I will keep on trying and I will keep on saying.

I think about the day and how it has been presented to me, or rather how I’ve embraced it and not embraced it, and now it is dark outside and the sunset is at a distance, and it looks a little eerie, but it’s there and I’m here, and I’ll see it again, but hopefully from a more advantageous position next time. Outside this window it looks like I could embrace its eeriness, but from behind this window… not so much.

I struggled to pick a good bit of music to play for my writing of this, and I came to something, but I don’t know if it’s something I want to embrace. Still, it helps to set a certain mood and tone, and that’s what I need at this point in time, really.

Actually what I need is rest, but that’s another story for another time. What I feel I need is far more money than anyone could conceive, and then I’d do things with it.

The weekend draws to a close and I sit here and crap on about things that don’t matter, but I feel inspired to write in a manner that I haven’t in a long time. I’ve come close; I’ve gently grazed the edges, but right now I feel inspired. I feel ready to go. I feel as though there is something that I can write, but what it’s going to come down to is if I can actually sink the time into it, or rather, if I actually do, because I have the time but I need to actually do something with it, and this is one of many things that I can do and write, but it’s something that I feel as though I actually can… if that makes sense. I think it does and I’m just stretching for words now, but I’m getting there. This bit of writing isn’t it, but I am getting there. I’m working on things and things are changing, and I need to keep on going and hope that I get there in the end, or at least make it all happen, or something. You get the idea.

So with that being said, I guess I should get on with the getting on and get the other things done before I go rest and switch off for the day.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:11:92

Messy, but alright. Okay. There’s some enthusiasm in here.

Written at home.