So I’m sitting here, killing time until the end of my shift.
It has been a most interesting day.
I keep on sitting here, taking calls as the day slowly progress toward tomorrow.
Soon I will be heading home and I will walk into the night, catch a train, then walk a bit more, for I will be away from home, but it is still a home in a sense.
A weird day indeed.
Some interesting customers, some angry customers, some happy customers, and some customer customers.
When will this eternal shift end?
It’s really dragging on and now I’m just writing as I haven’t written much today and it makes me feel somewhat uncomfortable and that’s never a good thing, unless it is.
I don’t really know as to what I am going on about with this one. I had other things to say. Well, I think I had other things to say.
There’s always tomorrow for writing about the other things that there are, in which other things that there are that can be said will be said in a roundabout fashion until I run out of space and ideas.
Oh wait, I do have ideas. Why am I not writing about those instead of this?
I don’t know. It is a long night at work tonight. I am sitting here, waiting for the shift to end. Soon it will come to an end and I will be able to go to where I may need to roam for the evening.
Soon there will be a bit more freedom in my step than there was earlier.
It is dark outside and yet the night still feels young to some extent that is beyond my complete knowing.
Soon I will be out of the building and into the air of the evening.
Soon there will be some sort of rejoicing as I power my way to the train station in order to get the earliest train that I can get for the evening.
Soon I will be resting, as it is very much needed at this point, as I am feeling quite exhausted and need to go to bed early in order tor est much more than I have on previous nights.
Soon I will be dreaming about things that run through my mind as it runs free in whatever it runs free.
Soon I will write something that makes sense.
It will be a long time before I write something that is worth the attention that you may pay.
Well, we;re nearly here, so I will keep racing to the bottom until I hit the surface.
It will not be long now.
Still, with that being said, it may be far longer than I could ever anticipate.
There is always an element of anticipation, althoguh there actually isn’t, so there you go.
I think I just need a fair bit of sleep at the moment, as I’m running out of steam and soon the steam will stop.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:54:77
Well, it is kind of interesting as to how this kind of became poetic.
Written at work.