So I’ve been doing a bit of work in the background which has dragged out ending the blog, which sucks, but it kind of has to be done. Due to some miscounts, it turns out that the amount of these I’ve done is listed incorrectly, but eventually it will be updated. Hopefully before the end of next week, but the correcting might take longer. As of this writing, this one is at 1594, but it should be at 1602 by the time I’ve finished updating. But it’s taking time, and it means I’ve gone over the amount I wanted to wrap up with, but that also means I’ve a little more wiggle room.

I was hoping to have this wrapped up by the anniversary, then a few days later and this one thing that I need to take care of has put me in a position to draw everything out. That and the almighty fatigue rearing its head as it always does. But I’m persevering. Things are sliding into place, things are getting lined up and soon. Very soon. Hopefully. Just means an intense few days of pumping and creating and all that, and then the final dump of things and I’m free, baby. Free at last and all those other things that sound fun and cool and whatnot.

I’m sitting here, a few days after my return from Melbourne. Sitting here, tired, sore, worn out. Trying to get some things done and getting not much of anything done. Thinking about the best course of action to take. thinking about getting to the end of it all, the last of the things, those sorts of things and things those sorts of and so on and so forth and you get the idea. The main thing I want to get across is that it is happening and it’s getting close.

I do feel a bit shit about how long it has taken, but there’s not much I can do about it at this point. I mean, sure, I could just make this the final thing. I could do that. I feel that’d be a bit of of a mean move. But then again…

So anyway, yeah. Or is it? Not it’s not. But the days have been kind, and so was Melbourne. It was needed and it will be written about. Just need to get my thoughts in order, look over my notes (planning an essay about the trip, but it’ll be about more than that, of course). Process photos, get distracted, do other things, then panic as I’m not doing the thing. Find where everything lies at the end of the day. Piece my life back together, fall apart, fall to pieces, become a doughnut.

Before all that, make dinner and go to bed early. I’m wrecked. I’ve been wrecked for too long. I need my rest. I need my time. I need to look after myself better than I have been, and I am working on it the best I can.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:59:48

Not the best speed, not the worst.

Written at home.