Riding down the freeway, I’ve escaped all that I wanted to get away from.
The wind is blowing in my hair and nothing can stop me at this present stage of my life.
Running out of gas could stop me, but that’s not something that I need to worry about in the present moment.
So I’m here, the wind is blowing through my hair, I’ve not a care in the world and in truth I’m actually sitting in the computer lab at uni even though the semester has ended as I came here to study and instead of studying I took care of other things that I need to worry about.
Actually, I don’t need to worry about those other things. They were business-related.
Well, I don’t need to worry about them as much as I need to worry about studying.
Studying is indeed more important at the moment.
So why am I here? Why did I spend the time heading into uni when I could have spent the time travelling studying?
I guess to get away from everything and lock down on things that I need to get out of the way, but instead of the study it became other things I’m trying to tackle.
On the plus side, there has been progress, but now I’m in here bashing away on a keyboard as I don’t have much time left before I need to head off to work to do the customer service thing which will then be followed by going to a gig in order to listen to the music and knock out another review of a band I’ve not heard of before, so that will probably lead to something, which will inevitably be a review unless I choose not to go down that path.
Now, where was I?
Oh, that’s right… I’m in the computer lab at UNSW.
I think I have a bit of a procrastination problem today.
I think it is due to the excitement of getting things done… maybe?
I know that it is due to something. I have been focusing on othger things that I’ve put aside for a little too long. Perhaps I can balance this all out with doing uni work at work, or something.
I shouldn’t but if I can use my time in such a manner, then I may as well use the time so long as the manner allows such a thing.
So long as I avoid living in a fantasy that is not particularly one that I’m enamoured with, I think that I would be able to get a fair bit more done than I’m allowing myself to believe.
I guess that there’s only one way to find out, and that is through actually doing the uni work whilst at work and not letting the calls frustrate me as taking calls is what I’m paid to do, after all.
I know I’m not paid to live in the cliché of driving a car around the coast fantasy.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:54:22
Not too bad.
A bit banal, but not too bad.
Of course, the text could have been much better.
Written at UNSW.