Oh bloody hell it is warm, and it stormed earlier, too. This is awful. This is unpleasant. This leaves me with no ideas, and a head full of sorrow… is what I’d like to proclaim, but the truth is I’m just getting on with the evening.

It has been a long day. A hot day. A day of tolerating heat, as it were, and as it is, really. Gotten through it. Always do. Just suffering now, or at least pretending that I’m suffering. It could be far worse. However, the humidity is awful.

It rained and the rain brought some cool with it, but I need it to cool down some more. I need it to cool down so I can be more functional. I need function in order to survive. Or something. I need more drama in my life, but I need more drama as less drama. It’s a weird space to be in, to be honest, but I am inhabiting it. It could be far worse, of course, but it does not make the thing any more pleasant. It does not make this place or space more inhabitable. Oh, whatever shall I do, other than survive and complain and survive some more?

There are ways out of this. I could simply move to another country. Not the most difficult thing to do in the world… except for all of the things that get in the way of moving to another country, of course. But other than those, absolute ease. Possibly one of the easiest things anyone can do, really. So that’s what I’ll do.

I’ll just somehow move to another country, be prosperous, thrive and become something more than I have ever been, and the success that will come my way will be so severe that there will be no telling who about what and how, or even why. And that’ll be that, so pass the cheque, mate.

But of course I don’t have the ability to do that right now. I need to sit here and sweat more and ruminate upon the sweat that I am sweating, and actually wonder if it is indeed sweat, or if it’s just condensation from the humidity forming upon my body. Upon my being. Finding its way to thrive upon me and cause me annoyance of the minor variety. That probably is the case, or probably isn’t. I don’t know. I don’t care. I just want to go to my totally ideal and imaginary place where none of this happens and I am almost invincible. Invincible and successful in ways that are so wild they are beyond everything, and so far beyond everything that everything beyond them is nothing to laugh about, let me tell you!

But of course, really I’m just gonna sit here and keep sweating as I don’t have much of a choice. Hoping it doesn’t rain much anymore as I need to keep a window open if I’m to keep some air flowing and cool this room.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:35:69

Not much to say here. Just a churning.

Written at home.