As requested, @Lucjah here we go. Or not. Unfortunately, these painkillers aren't the kind that enables any kind of altered thoughts @Rawhead. Or at least not the interesting kind.
Mostly they make me weary and dull-minded. Might not have been a good idea taking them this morning as I'm returning back to work and have a full day of meetings ahead. The pain is also much bearable now so I might have survived without them.
So this is 200 boring words and a wasted title for something much more interesting. It's so boring that I have already bored myself writing it. And I'm only halfway through.
That's pretty much it. Can't seem to get anything out today. Maybe I should just erase everything that I just wrote and start over again. Preferably in the evening when the influence has already faded.
Well, I'm already this far, so better to just finish this and be done. No need to worry about it later anymore.
And then, silence. Deep, empty nothingness. its like the words are eluding me. The word counter at the bottom corner seems like it's stuck. No matter how many useless words I write it doesn't feel to be any closer to 200. Until now. I have made it, despite everything.
And I'm still going on, well past the minimum word limit. What's going on in here? Why now? Why can't I just stop writing these stupid questions? Just a moment ago I was struggling and now I just keep going, rambling.
Maybe there is some influence after all. I know I can stop any time. But I just don't do it. It's like I could keep doing this indefinitely. So maybe it's better that I just stop right here.