The heat is back!
What is this?
I thought summer was gone for the next six months. I thought that we were finally free from the tyranny of the warm weather. I thought that there was a time coming where we’d be able to wear more pants and jackets and not have to worry about more heat.
And now, in order to spite me and all my wishes, the heat is back. I don’t want to sit around in underpants, sweating like a block of ice.
I want to be in my pants, nice and warm and yet sweating from my arm pits due to the amount of writing that I would need to do!
Or… make that want to do, as there is a lot of writing that I wish to do, and there are only so many hours within the day in which I can write.
I do have to admit that the heat is helping with my wrists and arm and so on…
However, I do not enjoy having the self shower, as it is far too salty and I’m sure that I will end up smelling rather pleasant within a few hours if I do not do anything about my current situation.
Soon I must step outside in order to go over to Redfern, but not without a bunch of homework being done beforehand. I’m sure that there are other things that I need to take care of before I can truly claim that there is a time for me to leave and head on over to another suburb in order to do more things that need to be done over there, which would then be promptly followed by a nice sleep and then waking up in the morning to continue my merciless task of doing things that lead to things being completed, as it is an endless cycle of completion and finding more tasks to complete in order to reach the goals that I have set myself for the future, but I’m sure that one day I will get there, even if it means a lot of dedication of which I cannot be bothered dedicating myself to, for I am a lazy person who just does not want to be sweating all over everything right now.
This may be one of the few times that I am wishing for air conditioning, but I do know that this will all pass and I will come out on the other side alive and okay, I think.
Perhaps I should work on writing roe fiction. Maybe I can write about the great sweat flood.
Perhaps I could think of something better to write about than someone who sweats so much that they flood something. Possibly a small continent. Who knows?
Or, perhaps I could work on the assignments that I need to work on, for if I do not then I will be up late for little reason once more and I’d rather sleep
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:35
Probably a bit too silly, but at least it is somewhat coherent.
Written at home.