My 750 words for one day January 8th

Oh, I see that is has come to that time again. But do I really want to do this right now? Is this the best time? Maybe I should write the natural flow of what is coming out of my head, with no proper grammar. But life would be less fun. What are the things that are on my mind at the moment? Hmm.. Well I guess maybe work, maybe politics, or perhaps randomly, religion. Something that I neither accept or deny. I simply float in the middle considering neither and either side all at the same time. What in the world am I going on about? This really is just a time filler, a waster of space. Is there a greater purpose to the filtering of all this crap that just flows ever so naturally from my mind. Hmm... A loss of circulation in my legs for a split second. How random? Yet how simply perfectly imperfect. Oh, an oxymoron, what more is there to discuss. Like writing down the parts of a deafeningly silent conversation. Similar to the one I am having with my keyboard at this moment in time. Well I guess the reality of this situation is that the person who is walking around in my roof really needs to stop annoying me. Ha, take that random anxiety. And the voices that I used to hear, remember those, those were the days, I really, really do not ever miss that reality, that lifestyle, that existence. The overuse of adjectives is an excellent way to waste words. I guess it will subtract from the sophistication of this exercise but who cares. I am not going to sit here reading over all the words that I am writing on this blank page. That would be absurd and useless. Well I guess the joys of working until midnight are that now I do not want to sleep. Hmm.. It is a tad annoying, and again the loss of sensation in my legs is giving me grief. I wonder if I will beat my time record, but must I fuss myself with such simply social atrocities? I guess not, anyway the random flow of my mind. All I can hear is the sound of the fan and also the sounds of my keyboard tapping away aimlessly as I attempt to reach my word limit. I feel that I am now getting closer to the end, but I concern myself too much with the concept and this therefore blocks and releases my mind all at the same time. Well then, what other oblique realisations should I concern myself with? Perhaps I should listen to the song perhaps. A little bit of jazz at this time in the afternoon, well actually at this time in the morning can only be good for the soul, realistically. I guess that any type of music that is heard, felt or played, has some sort of effect, whether it be positive or negative. Yes, I did say felt. The vibrations and the base in music is equally important as any other aspect of the music. Perhaps even more so, because it allows more of the senses to be involved with the entirety of the music. Ahh, the stupid little red lines that appear and annoy me all the time. Yes, how dare I be wrong, but how dare you tell me? Your lucky that you are so beautiful mac or I would have totally gone berserk on you. I am not even joking and also I have lost full sensation in my legs. I think I should have set myself up in a different location for writing. Although, I must say that changing my location when I write is good because different context cues will spark new ideas and allow me to write with more freedom. Perhaps I should write in a toilet or a bathroom. Or maybe in the roof, or not, depending of my mood and all. Well now that I have again made the stupid reality obvious I think that means that I should really consider putting on my TV and going to bed, as I am attempting to fill these meaningless three pages with words that really do not have that much of a great deal of meaning to me, with thoughts that are annoyingly concerning me at some random point in time, just to eventually wake up and have to do it all again. But talking about myself and my writing seems almost shallow. Does it not?