Stalemate.

It appears that I've come to a standstill. I think I may have run out of things to talk about, which is going to be an issue. It means that I'm going to have to start making things up.

It won't be hard though. Making things up is an easy process when you know what your basis is for it. It's like writing a children's book. They're not really trying when they write those things anyway. Half of writing a children's book is putting googly eyes on an inanimate object. "Hey kids, I'm soap!". Kids love the googly eyes. God knows why. Googly eyes scare the heck out of me. They bobble around and all of that. And how on earth did that bar of soap get legs and arms? It's like some sort of Ivory anomaly from a laboratory accident in the factory.

I'm really not sure where I'm going with this. I think the basic idea is that I'm going to start completely improvising these posts, and that children's books happen to be a phobia of mine. Yea, that about sums it up.