Five-Hundred Word Challenge 546: Body stuff, Climate Data

Coughing and hacking my way across the land this morning.

In the place known as university. Sitting here to work on an assignment and slowly dig my way out of the mess that I have created for myself.

It is a lofty goal, as they say.

Well, it’s not, but I’ve got to do something at this stage. Besides which, I am sitting here and thinking of the ways in which I can express in an interesting manner as to how my body seems to be heating up and feels like it is secreting sweat on thew curvature of my back, but when I check, my back is as dry as it was when I left the house this morning.

I’m trying to think of an interesting way to express as to how my arms are hairy in the sense that they have hair on them, but the hair is is is not thick in appearance and has a fair bit of space, unlike the thickness of the hair on my head.

I’m trying to think of an interesting way to express how my pinky fingers stretch out and away from my hand when I type, almost as though they are ready to press a key whenever the need arises, yet they shall never have the opportunity; at least, not until I am ready to incorporate them into my typing.

There is little interesting about the way the light shines off the non-smooth surface of the keys that I am striking. the light seems to be shattered and scattered in a sense, but that is likely due to the way that my vision is processing the reflection of the light off this non-smooth surface.

Looking at climate data. This time it is the correct climate data. Been looking at the incorrect stuff without realising. For a few weeks.

Well, “looking” is probably not the correct term to use in this case as there was no way for me to get what I had to appear as an image. If it had appeared as an image, then I would have had an Australia with an interesting appearance.

That’s probably the best way that I can put it. It’s a bit more interesting than describing how the skin on my knuckles seems to change in appearance when compared to the skin around it. Deeper creases, yet smoother to the touch.

And of course that is different to the skin on my friction ridges.

The skin doesn’t feel so much as rough as… why am I even going into this?

Starts off with hair, goes elsewhere.

Don’t even know as to what I should do from this point on. Guess I should just stick my neck out and hope for the best, lest some sort of event happens. Where do I even go to stick my neck out?

What am I even crapping on about at this stage?

Bleck. This thing has fallen apart. It had  much potential, but now I’m outta here.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:15:52

Not well enough for this right now.

Well, actually I am. Just need to do the knuckling of the down and getting to the stuff, or something.

Written at UNSW.

 

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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