Trying to get a quick blast of words done before I get back to work. There’s a tiny bit of quiet right now and there’s a lot of work coming in, so I figured I’d take advantage of the situation and try to crap out as much crap as I can now rather than have it build up later when I have to be a producti0ve and functional adult in order to do that old adulting thing that people refer to as being necessary for my survival.

So I’m sitting here and I’m listening to music and I’m waiting. I’m twiddling my thumbs (not really). I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I can say. I don’t know if there’s anything worth saying. Is anything worth saying? I don’t know. I can see, however, that my spelling is all over the place. Of course you won’t see that, but I can see that now. But I’ll fix that once I’m done.

Well… I’m out of things to say. It happens. I’ll get used to it. I will always get used to it. You have to get used to it, otherwise you lose it and if you lose it because you weren’t used to it, then that’s it, really.

But now I’ve really said everything and creativity is gone. Creativity is overrated, of course, but it is also underrated. We’re now going to go to flat planes of nothingness and we’ll embrace that because of course we will. And I mean “I”, and not “we”, so therefore I am saying things that are making little sense, or maybe they make complete sense,. but sometimes the mind throws things together in ways that are disconnected, finding links where there are none, and maybe they will make sense some day down the track.

Maybe I’m just full of it.

It’s a nice day and it’s a good day, and a tiny bit of slow is pretty good. Things come in waves and you need to take them as they come. Don’t go under and don’t go over; ride with the flow and catch the wave as it comes to shore. Maybe it will carry you a long way, and if it carries you into a jumbled slew of words with no real cohesiveness, then that’s what you need to deal with. That’s what I need to deal with.

I think I should get more sleep more often because it is quite apparent that I didn’t get enough last night. Such is the way of things, I guess. I suppose. But I’m still doing okay, and maybe things will be okay. Maybe life is okay right now. Maybe I have things going on and I can be thankful of my lot in life, for my ability to write may have left me, or at least the desire (it’s still there but it needs pressure), but I know it will come back at some point and I just need to keep going.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:53:07

Not my finest writing, but it’s fine enough for now.

Written at work.