So I was going to write about how I did well in an assignment and am seriously considering arguing for lower marks as I don’t think it was worth the mark it was given and how my worrying about the fact that I didn’t get a call about the job was silly (well, it was silly to worry about in the first place as if I didn’t get it, I would just spend more time looking for a job instead of less time looking for a job), as I got the job (whilst it’s early days, it seems like a good environment, but I ‘ll dedicate a full post to it some other time), but as I’m not in the kind of mood that I’d need to be to write about those kind of things (as I’ve had way too much sugar [in the form of ice cream, of course]), instead I’m going to write about something that is totally, utterly insane.
In fact, it will be so insane that you will become insane from being within its proximity.
It’ll emit insanity so hard that it’ll spread so fast that no amount of home runs in a staring contest will save you from the plight of the birds when the birds have become far too aware of their plight, forcing them to become the guardians of the piece (yes, the piece) in order to protect the world from eating itself again, just like the time it ate itself and everyone lost balance for all of two seconds, thus causing the delay in the path around the sun, creating the opposite of day; the eternal darkness of temporary reprieve from searing light; the awakening of the moon on an unlit background; the embracing of a shadow stretched out far beyond its usual capacity although it is still within its capacity; the time when the stars come out to dance by remaining completely still in the way they appear to us, other than “twinkling”, whatever the hell that actually means; the bringer of relief from a hotter day than one should actually expect, the point when most people will go to sleep for periods longer than one hour but shorter than thirty-nine; the period of time where visibility is reduced for the type of that people have unless they are assisted with a light source that is not necessarily a natural light source; the period of time where I realise I’ve probably had far too much sugar and really should work on getting on with whatever the hell I was going to write about but I’ve forgotten; the time where I feel I should be reading Finnegans Wake but instead do not read Finnegans Wake; the bringer of a cooler temperature unless for some reason the temperature is not willing to budge; the enabler of dramatic poetry and lonely walks with few people around unless it’s a walk through a park with lamps; the time that is affectionately known as “not daytime”!
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 9:39:02
I… sugar… yeah.
I think I’ve said it before, but I’m going to say it again: I like Finnegans Wake.
I am actually considering arguing for lower marks, but probably won’t.
Also, I do have a job again. Hooray!
Written at my desk at home.