Alrighty,

The day draws to its middle portion of the day and so I am going to go against the clock once more. It’s me against it. It’s it against me. We are locked in a race where the clock wins and I hope for the best. Or are we?

Who is to say and who is to know? Not I, for I know not what it is that will lead to the outcome that is most favourable to me. However, I do know that I should be writing a little faster than I already am. It’s a pleasant day though. Pleasant and lovely, and I’m inside and I’m trying to write. I’m trying to write the words that will lead to prosperity today and the best way I can do that is through wasting my time by wasting time.

That’s how you waste time in this age and day, and let me tell you, today will be a day of the time that is wasted and thrown away like a dirty rag that hasn’t been washed in years. Years, I tell you, because that’s what I have left, and many of them, but the clock always winds at the end of the day. It wins and it winds on down, then winds back up for it never rests and never feels need to. Everything continues on and on and on, and I keep going and hoping for the best, and yet the clock is always the victor.

However, maybe this time I might just beat it. You see, I have a weapon best described as secret… if the secret was that it wasn’t secret at all. How does one even deal with that? It’s a conundrum. It’s a power and there is confusion. Probably due to my pretending it’s a secret, or believing so hard that it’s a secret that I cannot escape my own deception of the self, and so I just keep on going and the time doesn’t care, but maybe it does… if it could. If it had reason to. It doesn’t. I don’t care.

So I’m just gonna keep going and then I’ll look at this later and I’ll look at it going “Why did I think this was worth the time?” even though I didn’t at the time but still went ahead and did it anyway. Because apparently, I thought that exercising without the meaning was worth the time everything takes. Apparently I’m a fool, or something.

So anyway, I’m here, I’m writing and I’m near the end and I am hoping to win this time. I am hoping that my winning is so hard that there will never be any more complaining about my wasting of time when I am told that I need to do cleaning or take the rubbish out or all of those things. You know. The things that we need to do to help maintain an idea of society and function. I will do those later, and not now.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:58:53

Quite happy with the speed on this one. A mess of words, but a good speed.

Written at work.