The desk is made of wood and I am sitting in front of it.
I don’t feel as tired as I have over the past few days.
I do have to admit that my feeling tired is a product of my being too lazy to go to bed at a reasonable hour, followed by waking up far earlier than what would constitute something described as reasonable, assuming that reasonable in this scenario is a fixed property, which it seldom is.
Such is the life that is lead.
In this case it is considered a fixed property; a variable that does not vary.
A catalyst if you will.
So I have not slept much over the past few days and it is mostly my entire fault.
I would prefer to blame the stars and the way that they stare down unto the very earth that I inhabit in any given situation. However, that would be unfair to the stars for they have no face and, as far as we are all aware, not living beings.
Such is life.
I would like to blame the urban development of my area, but it is also not the fault of buildings than were erected well before I moved into my suburb.
Can I blame anything other than myself?
I will still attempt to do so as it’s only fair that I remove all responsibility for my own situation that I hold within myself.
I am feeling fairly tired. Not as tired as the past few days, but tired enough to know that I should be going to sleep earlier than I have been.
I also know that I don’t have much of a right to complain as I am bringing it upon myself, but I shall continue to complain anyway as I’d rather do so because then I get to whinge, and as we all know there’s not much better than having a good whinge as then you feel better and you prove your superiority to everything around you.
Well, that’s how it works, isn’t it?
That’s what I want to believable, and I do very much want to believe.
Why can’t I just be able to blink my eyes and suddenly find myself lacking all forms of fatigue induced by being too lazy to go to sleep and be a responsible adult?
Why is that not a possible thing?
IT’s disappointing, this not being able to remove my minor problems with little difficulty, let me tell you.
I THOUGHT LIFE WAS MEANT TO BE EASY!
THIS IS ALL TOO ARDUOUS AND I AM SUFFERING AND THERE’S NOTHING THAT CAN BE DONE, EXCEPT FOR ALLOW THE CONTINUED EXISTENCE TO REMAIN A PROCESS AS TORTUROUS AS IT IS DANDY!
Now, where was I?
I am feeling a little tired but I think I’ll cope, so long as I keep on keeping on.
That’s what I must tell myself.
However, I’ll need chocolate to continue.
I do not have chocolate.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:07:39
Well that was an easy slog.
A good, pointless whinge.
Written at work.