Two days of heavy fatigue, and now the sun is clouded and hot and all  the heat is being trapped in, and I want it to be cool again. I want space away from the heat, but it is unavoidable. I am currently in a room that is a little cooler, but the heat seeps in and the time away is getting out.

Far too many days of being tired, and two days of heavy fatigue, and now I’m doing my best to push through it so I can get something done. I don’t want the day to feel as though it’s a waste, and resting isn’t a waste to be fair, but I need to not be resting right now. Too big a week ahead, too many things to take care of, all that stuff.

Maybe the body isn’t holding up as much as it used to, and I’m needing to slip into a slower state of life. I don’t know. Maybe I just need more sleep. Don’t know.

I do know that, so long as I can use my arms and keep going, I should try to keep going where I can, however I can.

Light is growing dark and I feel time slipping away, or rather I pretend to feel time slipping away, but there’s a niceness here and there’s something nice about sitting in this room right bow. But I have to work; I have to persist and push on, and try and get some stuff done and the usual routine falls upon me. Trying to push through it all, but needing sleep, but it’s too early to and I’m just throwing myself around, so to speak.

Trying to race against the day, and what’s new there.

Trying to push through the need to rest and keep going before the time all slips away, and I’m realising that I’ve nothing to say here, and I need to be more fine with having nothing to say, because even though I quite often don’t, I’m quite often not.

Of course I’m not looking for the profound. I’m not looking to have people go through these heavy realisations, or anything like that. I just want to say something more than I usually do, and that gets difficult at the best of times. Gets difficult at the worst of times.

Have I said anything? Should I keep throwing stuff into the great Internet abyss? Eventually it’s gonna be full of crap, and there will still be room for more. It doesn’t stop, but I don’t need to contribute to that. I can offer something a bit more with my words, but I keep not doing so and I keep allowing myself to think it’s a difficult thing that I’m often incapable of doing, and perhaps a lot of people feel the same way, and there’s something in that, but I still need to stop. Or rather, I feel I need to stop. It’d be nice to offer a bit more.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:38:18

Got a bit heavy at the end. A bit lacking in tightness throughout too.

Written at home.