That's right. It's not going to make any sense. So buckle up, people, and prepare for a wild ride into the nether regions of cyberspace with me.
What's up with cats? I'm allergic to cats. That's funny. Is it funny? I think it's funny. It's supposed to be funny. I just used funny in four sentences in a row. Now five. Isn't that funny? It's finny, I swear. Is finny even a word? Oh my god I hate myself this is so boring. What kind of things do I want to talk about? What kinds of things do I have with me that I can show people? I don't know. I don't even know anymore. I can't know. How about I start writing a zombie book. Yea, that. I'll write a zombie book. It will be about how people built a camp in the middle of the docks, and prepared themselves for the destruction of the world. That is what it will be about. I think that's it. For today. I'm going to go write now. Goodbye, see you next time, if there is one.