And now I’m writing in the evening and the whole schedule is thrown out the window. I didn’t have one in the first place but it was there, hounding me. I used to write in the mornings before anything would happen (after leaving the house but before the starting of the job) but that is no longer happening, though sometimes it is. To be fair, there were plenty of times when I’d also write during the afternoon and evening, but right now I’m trying to establish a pattern and doing this shortly before the desire for sleep kicks in and takes everything over is probably not the best time to do these things. My typing is currently loud and it is not relaxing to hear the keys react so… verbosely to my striking them. Perhaps dramatically is a better word to use in this case, but I’m not going to get into that right now as there are other things to take care of.
Okay; so there’s not really anything for me to take care of right now, but I do want to pretend that there is. Sure, there is a lot of writing that I need to do and that writing pertains to the process of conducting reviews, but that can wait until tomorrow. There is also the reading that needs to be done. There also also is the need to listen to the music of which I am currently trying to listen to and that requires me to stop hitting the keyboard with my fingers. These are things that need doing.
I think that really what I should be doing is not writing at all. I should just go to sleep and then revisit this whole thing in the morning. After going for a walk. After going to Flower Power to buy some pots and seeds and whatever else I may or may not need to grow more plants. After doing a bit of weed removal. Then perhaps I should consider the act of writing and then I should probably take to the keyboard and pummel it with quick, hard presses of the buttons upon which press something that sends a signal that translates into something that has a visual component to its existence.
Yes; I should do that. There shall be no more things from me once I finish this thing; at least, for this evening. However, that might just change and there might just be a few more things. The night is young and I need rest but there still remains a little bit of time in which I can get a few more things done before I decide to put my foot down and tell myself that there will be no more of the doing of the things. At that point I shall turn my computing device down and go to the object I refer to as “bed”, then get under the blankets, close my eyes and hope that I sleep in a comfortable manner.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:22:21
I’ve got to get back into the habit of writing in the morning, when I’m a bit more awake.
Written at home.