The insane amount of just life and stress happening right now has caused me to feel like someone has isolated me from the normal space-time continuum and accelerated me to warp speed while keeping everyone around me at normal pace. I guess that's kind of why I constantly feel like A.D.D. boy and I'm having problems concentrating on things, plus because my brain is whizzing on high, I occasionally can't form coherent sentences because my mind is working faster than my mouth. Which is not so great, especially since I've always been a good communicator and I like to come off looking at least moderately intelligent, y'know? That said, despite the stress that comes with seeing my parents, I am pleased as punch to be getting the hell out of Los Angeles and spending at least 8 hours each way screaming through the desert at high speeds with just me, the Silver Bullet™ (that'd be my car) and the radio. It's like free therapy. A happy Thanksgiving to all. If you're headed out on the open road like I am, here's some Southern-fried rock music for you to drive to. Right-click and save as, lead-footers. Silvertide - "Ain't Comin' Home"