bronchitis

bronchitis



advances in microscopy and the measurement of extremely small objects and distances have, as of relatively late, opened up our collective mind's eye to the possibilities that hide far beyond the ability of the unaided human optical mechanism. that being the case, i nevertheless do not feel that the big fat pile of nothing that i did and produced this weekend, especially in light of how it could have been if i had only expended slightly more energy, is worthy of comment. the only reason that i will save, and perhaps distribute this overlong bit of text, is that i have, amazingly not produced a dumb piece regarding my inability to write. taking a more radical posture, i present for review the idea that i simply have not much about which to write. such are the consequences of wasted weekends spent locked up in the library emptying boxes of cigarettes and bottles of beer.