Today, I got nothing.
No, really, nothing. But, at last, scientists - physicists to be exact - studying the phenomenon, have decided that nothing is, well, something.
This is bound to be good news for Geeding, on account of that's his bag.
Of course, if nothing is something, then you can add it or subtract it in an equation, as famed physicist fifth Beatle Billy Preston famously proclaimed:
But, there's always a paradox. You'd think that it wouldn't be a huge task to store your nothing - I was born with lots of nothing, and still have most of it left - but no less a theorist than Dylan thought otherwise. You can, apparently, have too much:
Should you find yourself in such a predicament, you may as well sell the excess like Mark, with a little help from Slow Hand:
I'm not looking for your gratitude. Thanks? For nothing?
Yeah. It's sweet.
What did I say?
1 day ago