Well, things are once again getting a wee bit monotonous. And, well, I'm bored, quite frankly. So I'm going to talk about nothing. Nothing can mean a lot of things, or it can mean nothing. It all depends on what you see as nothing. I could mean empty space, outer space, or antimatter. It could mean the power of destruction, or it can mean death. It can be a magical substance from some fantasy series I read. Or it can mean a period of no thought at all, which we fondly call boredom. I am currently experiencing boredom. Like I once told "Diz," boredom is that period when all the Christmas lights in your head go out. One light goes out, they all go out. I was bored when I made that fact up, so it's technically not a fact. The fact is, out of boredom comes ideas. "I bore you, for I am boredom. And I was boring, and afterwords, you came."

Ooooookay...

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