If you can't breathe it, it's probably not air

I almost feel obligated to write. That sounds so horrible though. I don't feel obligated to write out of a sense of "people are waiting on my inspiration" or somehtign like that. I feel obligated to write because it's par of me, like there's something that I should be talking aobut but I'm not talking about it. So I'm going to talk about this feeling in a vague, general set of terms that are largely arbitrary and, where not arbitrary, semantic. So much has happened recently that it's hard to put it all into any sort of forma that one can hold and comprehend. I've lived it and I barely believe it. I wish I were talking about some kind of gross success or other vaguely emancipating epiphany of opportunity, but such is not the case. teh best thing I've come up with recently is "Albacorp Dolphin-Enriched Tuna". Well, no that's not the best thing I've thought of, but it's the most sound-byte friendly. Plus it's funny. Funny = Good.