I’m leaving the office in a sec so this is a good time to rush out a bunch of words I’ll probably never read again. Why won’t I read them again? I don’t know and I don’t care; I’m just writing. I’m maximizing my writing.

It is a long day and a short day and everything in between. It has been an absolutely miserable time and I am miserable, but I am happy. I am overjoyed. I am under the moon and over the sun and I’m sitting here, crapping a lot of words in quick succession. I guess that’s a good thing.

There’s a cool tune playing in my ears and I am here to bear witness to the tune. I am here to bear witness to what I am hearing, and let me tell ya, hearing it is good. This is a good time to be alive. This is a good time to be able to sit here and decide that this is a good time to be alive. Absolutely fantastic, let me tell you. Few people in the office; few people doing much of anything and soon I will leave because I have places to be. I’m a popular bastard at the moment, and I am kicking none of the goals. Or all of them.

Maybe the goals are kicking me.

Just realised that I didn’t set a time, but it doesn’t matter. Going to keep going. Going to squeeze in a few more minutes. Going to think about life and think about how we should treat others with respect. Think about how we treat the marginalised terribly, and far too often I think. Think about that and discuss it later when I go to address my adoring friends. Of course I adore them, too, but right now I need to pretend I have a massive ego for no reason whatsoever. And so pretending is what I will do. I will keep on pretending.

Maybe my ego is massive. Yet to be determined.