Stupidity Hole

Today is gonna be a day of hard work, after yesterday was a day of nothing.
Well, I say that, but I don’t really know. I’m resting still as I’ve done something to my knee and so walking around isn’t exactly something that one could consider as being productive to getting better today. Still, there might be some.

However, instead of that, I think I might just meld into the furniture. Become one with the space as I slowly become some sort of flesh and bone residence. Sure, might not be good for getting around at a later date, but imagine the views. Anyway, what are they gonna do? Take the house away from me? Can’t take me from me; it’s all inseparable, baby!

But I do think that today is one of those days of rest, but there won’t be any. That was yesterday and I really do have a lot to get through. There’s this essay that I’ve been working on for far, far too long at this stage and I just want it done now, so I’m gonna knock that out and then go onto whatever the next thing is, which I believe is either a review or a transcription. One of the two; not sure as of which at the present moment.

The review is actually done… in draft form, and needs some serious editing, and the transcribing needs to be completed for an interview I’ll be publishing this week, and that’s pretty much the whole day. Hoping to have some time to work on some music, but I need to make sure I keep the pedal to the floor so I actually get all the things done.

There’s a light breeze outside and I’m looking forward to checking that out, but it’ll only be brief, for inside is where I will be. At my desk as per usual, but at my desk being productive for a change. Pushing on and pushing through and getting through everything at a steady rate. That’s the need and that’s what shall be done.

Shall it be done? Of course, I don’t know yet. I hope, but hope will only go so far, and going only so far does only so much so I need to actually push myself, so I will… but that’ll happen after I’m done being lazy, and laziness always comes first.

Just need to keep going and need to get through it, and not congratulate myself on small victories. There will be breaks but there will be rest, for my knee demands it, but I will not rest my hands. They shall glide and find what is wrong and fix to make something less wrong, and then I’ll go on and think about some stuff and then I’ll get up, and there will go my knee, and the lesson there will be to not try to fly so high that I go through the ceiling, but in a non-literal manner, of course. Only in the metaphorical.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:24:33

Damn knee, hurry up and get better.

Written at home.