Tell me something: Is it possible to do less than nothing in a given day? Literally?
I came pretty close.
I got up late, watched a movie this afternoon, watched the news, and did the dishes. Not quite nothing, but I didn't exactly cure cancer today, or run a marathon, or take pi to its millionth position.
I did nothing today, other than take up space in an existential kind of way. I existed. I was. And it felt good.
Pass the chips.
Oh, shit. Patricia says we don't have any. This vacation sucks.
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