Today is better than New Year's Eve, for me. It has to be said that I hated New Year's Eve - I think there's an algorithm of sorts where like if the bellow of teenage elephant seals drowns out Auld Lang Syne you know it's gonna be a bad New Year's. That's a good song, man, and it's a shame it's restricted to just one day. Well, not a shame but a paradox, like would you trade being like Ronald McDonald for a day if you had to be... a much better, more widely known, better-regarded version of yourself every other day of the year? Crap. Anyway, this is a big night of change for me.
I'm calling it the move away from January challenge February... challenge. AhhhHHH. I'm just glad the change is coming with the change of the month. It's hard motivating to do something you don't want to do and nobody really wants you to do - and it's birthed some really mediocre drivel. This was meant to be something worthwhile, to make up for all of those, but it isn't, unfortunately. Apologies. Look, I've written a lot today already and what wasn't that was schoolwork so I just wanna sleep in this moment. The only thing driving me is the celebration of finality coming. Like a party popper in an empty room - woooOoOo! - some fallen tree nobody heard sorta thing, I reckon.
To be fair some of the stuff that came out of this challenge I'm pleased with. There's this robot somebody made that has written like every possible passage in the human language, even what I'm writing right now, it will have already done. It is an undeniable fact that it has written the best book that will ever exist, but it's also written loads of junk you gotta sift through. I feel like that, but, y'know, some mediocre shorts instead of the best story ever obviously. Close enough.
That title is a lie, I just fell asleep.
