Five-Hundred Word Challenge 819: Firmly Derail

Sweating like someone who is sweating as it is rather hot and I sit here, sweating, trying to muster the words so I can pout something together, but it has gotten late into the evening and I am also getting tired, so I need to work quickly, lest I fall asleep at my desk and then fail to get anything done.

However, the heat is making me think about the heat which in turn is making me feel hotter and that is something that I much rather do not enjoy, so the hope is that somehow everything cools down sooner rather than alter and then I can relax and fizzle out and then be at ease and rest and sleep and all of those other things that I so desperately want to do at this present moment, but cannot as sweating is on the agenda and the agenda is sweat.

Yes, I’m complaining about something I can do little about at the moment, but that is what I am doing and I shall persist through it all as that is better than some other option that I think may be a worse option to have, though it is good to have options so long as you make decisions.

Anyway, I don’t know as to what else I am to write at this present stage. It’s more that I’m tired than it is that I am hot, but being this hot does not help, let me tell you. I guess it is a combination of the two more than anything else, then. I guess that I should probably have a shower soon and cool down a bit and then just crash for the evening, as that is indeed an option, but it is not the option that I want to take.

I want to struggle on and keep on complaining and do all of the other things that I want to do and then call it a day and go to sleep and sweat all throughout my bed so that I can wake up in a sweat and feel something that makes me think that it was a good sleep and I feel refreshed, or something, but I don’t know as to what I’m going on about from here so now I’m just going to firmly derail and see where this all goes, but I shouldn’t start with talking about space as if I do that, then it’s all a bit too obvious, you see, and it needs to be subtle somehow. Not sure how I’ll get subtlety, but somehow and some way I will.

Anyway, I think that it is time for me to take a breath and know how to not, and from there I will make sure to mosey on down t where the stairs ascend and see how it all bends toward an inner light. Once at the basement I’ll stroodle the kazoo so long as the glint bends the twist toward top-wise through the complete never.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:58:96

It’s a little too warm for me at the moment.

Written at home.

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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