you wouldn't mind indulging my free writing habit would you?

I was just thinking that if a giant hairy arachnid happened to attack me right now I'd probably still lie here doing nothing. Do you know what this means? Absolutely nothing, it's like absolute zero but without the Kelvins, I'm like the immovable unreachable temperature at the bottom of the ocean of the universe. The second law of thermodynamics need not apply here I've reached the point of abject unreasoned putridosity. It's really quite something. Nothing left to do, but to bask in the delayed onset of hopeless oblivion. Sweet Joana Nothin' take me now.