predicament.

so i was wondering what to write today's inane web-log entry about. i puzzled over it for hours and simply could not come up with anything. a lament for my wifelessness? an opinion on the role of seigenthaler in the kennedy assassinations? a panegyric upon abraham? one of the many things i've promised to touch upon in the past? vanity, vanity! i could not make them go. these hands of mine! i was not meant to create inanity with these blessed powers. in the midst of this uncertainty, nay, trepidation, i realized only one subject could possibly be fitting for today's grandiloquent bout of inanity: not having anything to write about. verily, that classic staple of clumsy high-school english class, the work about having no other subject to write about. i can die a depressed man now.

6 weeks, 2 days. i simply won't be tired by the inanity.