when we arrive in the middle of nowhere don't act like you know I've been here so many times I never seen you before Something is seriously wrong with me. I wake up and look at the clock and think about how I want to get out of bed, then fall asleep and dream about the things I'd be doing if I was out of bed. Of course, it's all surreal and none of it made sense. I remember in one of them Windows developed a mind of its own and started mutating like the virus in that Dustin Hoffman movie, outbreak. The thing was fucking with me.