I really think that I need to stop staying up late for no reason whatsoever.
I’m sitting here and trying to avoid writing about my favourite subject, but due to the partial fatigue that I’m feeling, there are things that will have to sit on the back-burner in order for my favourite subject to come forth, as it is one of those days, in whichever way one of those days happens to be today.
To be honest, I do not know, but that is not why I write and that is not the reason as to why I am writing right now.
I do think that the reason as to why I am currently writing is due to a desire to write right now. That is the most likely reason, so that is the reason that should be stuck to in order to continue, unless a better reason shows itself along the way.
I need to get out of the house. Yesterday I was working on university assignment stuff and now that is done. I have two weeks of freedom before all the fun begins once more.
It’s hard life. It really is a hard life. All this studying and doing things and keeping my head above water. A totally hard life.
So much pressure.
Now I have all this spare time and I need to work out as to what I’m going to do with it, as there are things that do need doing, but there is also a mountain of laziness that I want to sit upon instead. I’d much rather procrastinate about things than actually get them done.
I think that I’ve gotten that across pretty easily, so I should probably move onto something else, but whatever that something else may be, only I shall know once I begin writing about whatever it just so happens to be at this point in time.
I think that there are many things that I could get done over the next two weeks so long as I set myself toward getting them done, but at the same time I don’t think that that is going to happen.
I think that if I continue to sit here and bash away at the keyboard, I’ll get some of them done. That way at least then I’ll have a little bit more than nothing completed and really, that’s better than less.
I could just get on with getting on and take care of everything that I do indeed need to do, but if I did indeed do that, then there would be less, unless I continued to add more on in order to remain busy.
A conundrum, of sorts.
I do think that I need to work a lot more on my writing than I recently have.
Perhaps I could think more about this whilst sipping coffee at a café and reading a book and looking aloof and distant, as though I had some great importance that needed to be displayed all day.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:46:53
Well, there’s a lot of padding in this.
I don’t thin I’m overly satisfied with how this turned out, but I do think that to an extent, it works.
Written at home.