Just Write

The coffee tasted good. I made it super dark. Put a splash of cream in it, and gulped it down. The whole pot. As I was drinking the coffee, I noticed a neighbor across the street to the right. He was an older man. He looked to be retired. Not sure though. I'm assuming. I shouldn't assume, but here we are, assuming. What can I say, I'm human. Humans assume. Anyway, the man across the way was doing some spring cleaning with his dog. Not sure what kind of dog it was but it looked to be obedient and friendly. The man was throwing out a handful of items. Chunks of metal, a basket full of junk, and a dog bed. Maybe that's why the dog was hanging around. It didn't want to see the bed go. Who knows. I'm assuming again. Stop doing that. I saw another neighbor leave for work. I have to do that soon. Yay. Work. I have the luxury of staring at the road all day. Another opportunity to deal with people that don't know how to drive. Oh well. Stop bitching. Stop complaining. Just do. I signed up for it. When I get into a whiny and bitchy mood and don't want to do something, I make it into a game. How fast can I do this? How well can this be done? How efficient can I be? How many miles can I get in? Make stuff into a game. It helps. It's a good way to train the mind to do hard things. A good way to get things done, even when you don't want to do them. Running out of steam here. The point of this little piece was to just write. Just write without thinking too much about it. Writing snobs will think it's a piece of dilapidated shit. Rightfully so. This is horrible. It's rubbish. Trash. We all start somewhere though. Ok I'm done. Whoever read this, have a great day.