This is my third attempt at writing something today, for there have been two times when things have gone wrong and now I don’t know as to what it is that I shall write for I had some silly ideas and they have floated away from me, so now I am here merely expressing my annoyance at the fact that this is the third time and I don’t know as to what it is that I’m now going to write, for the world has collapsed in and of itself and there is little else to do other than sip some really nice tea and watch the scene unfold (or collapse) as the chaos ensues.
It certainly would be most interesting, but not nearly as interesting as to what I was writing, which was a lot of silly gibberish that went nowhere other than left, and sometimes to the right, but then again who knows?
Who really know as to whether it would have been something that was interesting to read? It probably would not have been interesting, but it would have been far more interesting to read than this is currently.
I don’t know what I’m going on about anymore.
Still, there is at least something that can be salvaged.
Something about hills, or mountains rising and then I needed to climb them to see the view, but there would have been trees in the way, but the view still would have been nice as you would have seen something through the gaps of the trees as the birds were gnawed on the the branches of the trees… I think.
Then there was something about being surrounded by sand and how I was merely one person in the world and had no idea what to do as I was surrounded by a lot of sand.
Such is the way of things.
Maybe it would have been good, but there isn’t any way to now tell, for I have lost what I was writing and this is the third attempt at getting something written today.
My wrist is still sore, but it is getting better. Not as fast as I would like it to get, but it is still getting there.
I wonder as to how much more punishment it will take before it decides to bugger off and go elsewhere.
I wonder…
So I’m here, at work, taking a lot of calls and the calls are flooding in a fair bit, although there is a slight break at the moment which is good as sometimes you need a bit of breathing.
I feel like going for a bike ride but I do not know as to where I would go, let alone what I would ride, other than my bike of course.
Maybe I should stop worrying about things and get back on with the living of the life that is set out in front of me, but then again that would be a fickle purist. Or would it?
Maybe.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:02:57
So this was finished a few seconds before five minutes, but I stuffed up in the timer stopping and don’t want to try and guess the time.
Is this good? Probably not.
Still, it’s kind of coherent.
Written at work.
Stupidity Hole 