The first one of these in a new year, and today things kick into high gear. Got a lot of churning and burning to do, and I’m gonna see if I can pull it off. Roughly four months left. gotta make it all count for something. This is how it all starts. Going to be a lot. Wait. This is how the end properly starts, or something. This is a paragraph and I don’t know why I’m keeping it going on.

This will likely be a long few months. I’m feeling the years more and more, and they seem to stretch beyond reason, and there’s little I can do about it. I can embrace the time I’m given and keep working with it, or at least trying to. I can keep on trying and I will keep on trying. Today is going to be rough. Yesterday was rough in a different way, but today is going to be rough. I’m going to be cramming in a lot of things. Going to see if I can pull off something I’ve been meaning to try doing for a good long while. We’ll see how it pans out.

I really need to use the bathroom. This isn’t worth mentioning, but I felt compelled to do so and so now that it is mentioned, it is mentioned. Consider it… mentioned. You’re now informed of my need to go to the toilet.

So I think that this year will be somewhat celebratory. I’m feeling better than I did last year, but this is a progressive thing and a not a sudden switch. Plenty can still go wrong and I’m still on a bit of a roller-coaster; it’s just not severe anymore, or at the very least, not as severe as it was last year. Things are getting better and I’m sitting here and I’m not feeling crap. Just tired at the moment. Tired and worn out, but okay. Doing okay.

Well, that pretty much covers everything. I was hoping to stretch this out, but I’ve things to do. I’ve people to see. Coffee to drink. Need more coffee. Well, don’t, but do. Going to spend the day doing things and see how the thing-doing pans out. Maybe it won’t, but I need to try.

I guess, a forewarning: I will be doing a lot of posting today, as is the style at the moment, Going to just flood everything. It’s part of what I’m trying to achieve before the end of this space. Had life not derailed last year, I’d be much more on track, but it’s time for some serious bloat and churning and all of those things. Will see how it goes. Probably won’t, but it might. Will just have to see.

Enough repetition for one day, let alone year. There’s plenty more to come and plenty less to come, also.

Well… yeah. I really should go and use the bathroom. Not doing myself any favours by postponing, but that’s how it goes.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:17:84

First bit of writing for the year and it’s crap. Pure crap. But that’s okay.

Written at home.