Of all the things that will get me writing faster than anything else I can think of, getting eaten alive by mosquitoes is probably, the greatest, most powerful motivator.
You see, I do not like getting my blood drained by those insects that fly around, making buzzing sounds that become difficult to hear the older you get, making them harder to notice and therefore more likely to strike without someone noticing their presence, therefore increasing their efficiency at successfully taking blood without being injured to death.
There are many minor inconveniences and in Australia, they usually are one of them, but they are also a very large minor inconvenience that causes no ends of scratching and torment upon my poor, shattered soul that merely cries at night, bemoaning its fate to be stuck in a body so susceptible to mosquitoes, having blood taken to fill themselves in order to allow them to keep doing the things mosquitoes do, other than buzz around and consume stuff.
It would probably benefit me greatly if I wasn’t currently sitting next to the back door, but alas, it is better that I do not study in bed, for if I do, I will not actually get much study done and end up doing something else that will consume many hours, thus decreasing my ability to learn and retain enough information to ensure that I successfully pass the course I’m doing over the summer semester, therefore leading to me spending more time working on completing my bachelor of science.
I must sacrifice some of myself in order to assist in passing this course, but I do wish that the mosquitoes would give me a bit of a break sometimes as it can get rather annoying.
Maybe their plan was to lead me to this point in my life so that they could have free reign for a while, proving that they play the long game better than anyone and anything else in the world.
Although, that would be far too sinister, even for them.
To be honest, I find that getting “bitten” by mosquitoes to be not much more than an inconvenience and not something to spend time getting worked up about.
I think that has a lot to do with living in Sydney, as malaria and Ross River fever aren’t (as far as I’m aware) known to be something that occurs here (or most of Australia for that matter [I think]).
It does get annoying at times, but if it happens, it happens and I’m not going to do much about it aside from a brief scratch as there’s other things I could spend my time doing, such as writing about mosquitoes and study and write about mosquitoes instead of studying, slowly avoiding the dreaded inevitable that may lead to a path of mystery and intrigue if only I’d sit down and get to it instead of procrastinate the day far beyond anything resembling away.
Well, time for much study!
Not before scratching though.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:41:62
Surprisingly fast as I thought I’d do much worse than this.
Okay, I’m done procrastinating… for now…
Written at my desk at home.