"So that either is not what you mean or plain wrong."

After cleaning my room (organizing all books by height and type), napping for 3 or 5 minutes at a time, eating dinner (and punishing myself with a chickwich), playing a really successful game of Expert Minesweeper for 588 seconds before failing with only 10 mines left to find, skipping frisbee practice for expos's sake, I have no thesis. I have no observations. I have nothing original to write about the Fall River Axe Murders. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zip.