An increasing of volume does not necessarily mean better; it just means increased. Well, it does mean things outside of that, but I’m just throwing things at the wall on this fine afternoon of afternoons. Spent far too long in bed this morning, am now up and need to do the rush thing as there are a lot of things that I need to get done before the end of the day. Not going to stay up to a late hour, but am going to power through things as much as I can right now.
Of course this will lead to not much getting done as I am willing to procrastinate, but procrastination is a difficult duty and someone must do it. Perhaps it is even more difficult than actually getting stuff done. That is something to consider, or not consider at all. I don’t know right now. What I do know is that I am doing this and then there will be things that follow the doing of this. There will be the things that get done and getting done is how they will be done. Hopefully it all leads to something that seems more complete than incomplete, but of course there is no telling until I get to the end of the day and take stock of what I did and did not do, weigh everything up with careful consideration toward how everything weighs, then do the thing that requires the taking stock of everything as a whole. Then I shall know as to how well I got everything done, or something.
Again, it needs to be pointed out that I am just throwing things at the wall at the moment. Well, it doesn’t need to be pointed out but I am pointing it out. That is currently what I am doing as I have nothing else other than the desire to be a bit more awake and get on with things instead of pretending that I’m getting on with things and being less awake. With that in mind, it is easy to divine that it is hard to tell as to how this will all turn out, but I’m going to be certain that it will turn out as a series of words organised in specific orders in order to form something that people may or may not consider as being coherent; such is the way of this writing and such is the way of my writing this writing in order to express some sort of tangible and coherent series of words organised in a particular order in order to express something that may or may not make sense, if that makes sense.
I think I may have overstepped my mark and instead of turning around, it appears as though I have kept on going. I guess that what this means is that, now that I’ve acknowledge the overstepping, I can keep on going as I power on into the metaphorical sunset in search of a conclusion.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:26:62
Loose and sloppy. Perhaps more of a warming of the up variety than anything else.
Written at home.