I’m super tired right now. Can’t think too straight.
Went to bed late last night, and up again early this morning. Then spent 12 hours at work.
The thoughts aren’t flowing, so I’m just writing. Writing whatever comes to mind.
Just to write something. Anything, really.
It doesn’t have to make sense. Who’s reading this right now and wondering, "Where is he going with this?"
I’m just writing. And writing still.
Not a hundred words yet.
I’m running out of things to say.
It was a fairly productive day I think.
There… one hundred words.
Can’t say I didn’t write something today.