Exercise: two-mile walk to Wal-Mart
Piano Song of the day: Also Sprach Zarathustra (70 / 70)
Another day, another post. One of those where you don't know what you are going to write because you didn't think of anything in advance and don't have something interesting to write about. You know the kind, like Seinfeld - the show about nothing - this is a post about nothing.
Well, it could be a post about something, but so far it is a post about the fact that it is a post about nothing. But if it is a post at all, isn't the very fact that there are words here that are forming sentences and paragraphs mean that it is indeed by definition actually a post about something.
Finally, with seventy-three words to go, this is the third and final paragraph of this post that is meant to be about nothing, yet is turning out to be not nothing but something after all. It may not be a great post, a good post, or even a worthwhile post. But it will, by the time, it has been written meet the minimum number of words to qualify for the "Publish" button to turn blue and enable me to click on it and be done.
Apologies if you made it this far for reading through so much drivel that is a scribble.