This is my third attempt at writing something, and I don’t know what I’m going to write, but I’m going to make an attempt. I owe myself at least that much, and I owe you all that, too. So uhhh…. here goes.

It’s a warm day and I sit here by the day that is warm. I’m not in the day; I’m in a cool space, but soon I will be out of that space. I will be outside and I will need to handle and deal with the situation of the day being warm.

It’s times like these that I wish there was some sort of suit I could fill with water and wear. I’d fill it with ice and a bit of cold water, and then I’d walk around all impervious to the warmth. I’d appreciate this and there would be no downsides whatsoever. This is a genius way to go about doing things and I don’t know why it has taken so much of my life to think about doing this. Strange how life progresses through life.

So I’d be in the warm day and people would marvel at my sheer genius. They’d marvel about how brilliant I am and wonder why they didn’t think of such a thing before me. You see, all them people are fools, but not I. I only operate in ways that are so far advanced and beyond anyone else’s understanding that, one day, when people finally catch up, I’ll be so far ahead and beyond everything that I’ll appear to be some sort of divine channeller from the future. What do I do then?

Well, not much.

But the heat is what I’m currently concerned about. That and working out how to deal with it, and all I have is “walk through it and do little in the way of complaining”. It’s a good way to be about things sometimes, but I do wish I had my water suit. Sure, there would be downsides, but water. In a suit. That’d be awesome. That’d be amazing. That’d be the knees of the bees, and who can deny the bees their knees? Who could do that? Be a horrible thing to do, really.

But I am denied the suit and so my only option is to be an adult and get through it all. Get to the end of the day, go home but not without buying batteries on the way, and hope where I live isn’t too hot. If it is, deal with it, get through it, get on with the rest of things.

Soon I will be out there, dealing with the warmth. Dealing with the tyranny of discomfort. Getting through it and hoping for the best, and hoping that I get to home and rest easily. Maybe I can tunnel my way into a block of ice or something, keep cool that way. Sleep in the block of ice and then wake up in the morning, all nice and chilled.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:55:56

This was from yesterday, and I think it turned out okay. Not good, not bad. Just okay.

Written at work.