Driving, Delaying, Deciding

Driving for 4 1/2 hours non-stop is taxing. It makes you bored, irritable, prone to accidents and most importantly, prone to thoughts. However, since my trek to Philly was made last night, those thoughts are but severed synaptic connections drowned in the sea of plasticity that is the (my) human brain. I can't for the life of me remember thinking of anything interesting, besides telling Sadie to create a photo manipulation consisting of a mugshot pasted onto a fantasy style background. Fuck, I can't find a good fantasy background. I suck at life. I want a Rat-Thing.