This week, I had nothing to write about for The Odyssey, and I’m too lazy to write a review for any new albums this week, so… I’m just gonna write stuff. That’s right: Stuff. The concept of "stuff" will be objective to whoever reads this article, which will be around four or five people at the most. For you, "stuff" could be "stuff you need to do." For me, "stuff" is "dirty laundry that needs to be washed." Just kidding. I have literally no "stuff" I need to do right now, except for this article, of course.

Let’s talk about something else just as pointless as discussing the concept of "stuff." Weather is always a good go-to topic when you’re desperately looking for something to jumpstart a conversation. It’s really sad, actually. When you reach that point in a conversation, you just know that conversation ran out of steam. I have no shame, seeing as how the readership isn’t that high for me. So, here I go. The weather here is nice; the sky’s blue and a couple of clouds are present. That’s all I got.

I think this is my first stream-of-consciousness article. I guess one could say that I'm embracing my inner Virginia Woolf. So, while I’m writing this article, I’m going to observe what I’m doing and then jot it down. Currently, other than writing, thinking, and breathing, I am also listening to James Blake. Now I am also looking out the window intently in attempt to capture the air of an introspective 19^th century poet. Oh dang, I made some typos in that last sentence. I can’t write and stare out the window at the same time very well. There; I fixed them! What else am I doing? I am looking at the word count and feeling pretty disappointed because I am 191 words shy of meeting my word-quota as of this word.

If you’re still reading, I am either impressed you kept reading or I am extremely sorry. Sorry because you’re one of my editors who is probably thinking, “Why did I hire this failure?” I don’t know either, ma’am/sir. Note to editor: I will write something meaningful next week. I was very lazy and am kinda sorry for this.

Anyways, as I close out this article -- wait, I still have well over 114 words left on this article as of this word. What to write about, what to write about… I love pandas, although Desiigner really disappointed me when I heard that hit-song, “Panda.” I thought he was going to recite the behavior, diet, and other interesting facts about the animal. Probably would have made for a better song.

Oh would you look at that. My word count is up as of this word.