One of those days where I start something, stop and then restart. Much like many days really, but today is one of those days where it happens.
What is now happening? Other than my typing this message in the form of writing, and my typing much slower than I desire? Not much, other than the typing of this message in the form of writing through the power of typing slower than I desire, and much rather than little.
So now that I have that out of the way it is time to ramble off a list of grievances and we’ll see where that gets us.
I’m sick and tired of orange juice being considered not as a condiment.
There are far too many tables in the room filled with an infinite amount of tables.
There are not enough tables in the room filled with an infinite amount of tables.
So anyway, I’m not sure as to how I will get to the bottom of this but I’m sure I will hit the bottom, and quite possibly rock. There will be a way out but that is not for here right now. Right now what is for here is the gathering of the things and the collecting of the thoughts and the airing of the grievances, but those ones are all I can think of at the present time. Perhaps at another time I’d have more, but right now I don’t and that truly is the shame of the century.
I really should have thought harder about this before I started as I’ve got nothing to go on now. Floating free now that all my hostility is out of my system. Where to from here? Do I just run around in circles? I could, but that is tiring. I don’t want to be tired; I want to be free and do all the fancy pants stuff and then be successful at everything forever and forevermore. I don’t want to be stuck here, trying to work out what I’m doing, only to be dragged away from everything in a manner that implies that I allowed this to happen, but also prevents me from openly admitting it, therefore dooming me to a fate of turmoil contained within the self as the need for something clashes against the need for something else and slowly, yet surely all of it circles the drain and then I go down the drain and… yeah.
So now I guess what I’ll do is just do something and hope for the best. Randomly strike out and make sure that my random strikes don’t hit things that I don’t want to hit at random. Be careful and all that other stuff. You get the idea. Before all of that, however, I will get to the point of this bit of writing, of which there is little point at all. Therefore I need to think of something but I don’t think I’ve anything to think of that will help right now.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:06:73
I was hoping to list more grievances but it’s probably better I didn’t.
Written at home.
Stupidity Hole 