So very tired at the moment, but near the end of the year. I can keep going. I can get to the end of it. I can churn out words in a series of words that form a chain of words. I will get there. I must get there.

Time advances in the forward direction, or at least that’s how I experience it, so I’ve no choice, really. But anyway.

The days are passing by and I need to be more energetic. I need to be more enthused and get the work done. Am nearly there. Will get there. Will get to the end of it all, and I will rest. I will have a nap. I will experience things I haven’t experienced in years.

Maybe I’ll also draw.

I have some plans for next year. Not resolutions, but plans, and I hope they come out al;l okay. But that’s for later, and I’m not going to say anything until they are ready and I’m ready. Going to stay quiet on those plans, as would rather not announce them now and not have them happen. If i don’t announce them, something something, You know how all these things go.

It’s a nice day, and a nice day requires a nice time but it is a busy time. There’s a lot to do and not enough time to do it all in, which to be fair, is not different to the norm. Such is life; such is the way of things. But I’ll get there.

I crave my rest and I desperately need it, but I’ll get there. Just need to keep on going and keep passing the time. But I need to keep passing the time by doing things. Otherwise it might go all too slow, and I need things to go at a steady pace, which they are and so I keep on going. I persist and I push on and I get through what I can. Keep working, keep on looking after myself, keep on trying to knock everything out of the park, though politely of course.

I can see through a little gap behind a display unit, and I see some people walking along. It is bright outside, and there is some traffic, and people are passing the time. They are moving toward the end of the year and they are finding their way through it. At the moment I can’t walk too much, but I’d also rather be inside than outside. It’s not a good day, safety-wise when it comes to the sun. However, perhaps they are making better use of their time and they’re inching toward the end of the week more efficiently than I am. Perhaps they are ahead of me already, and I need to catch up, but can I? Can I even be bothered? I don’t know and I don’t know if I care to know, but I do know that I’m getting there, and I know that I’ll soon have rest.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:11:08

This was a heavy struggle. I was thinking too much about what I was writing and I didn’t think it worked out.

Written at work.