It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone.

Do you ever have one of those moments where reality, though just like it always was, is somehow different?

Imagine for a moment that virtually every important thing you own is stuffed in your car leaving only room for one in the cockpit. Suddenly you’re 800 miles from home and surrounded by “different” people. In theory they’ve always existed, but seeing as you haven’t been around them since you were a teenager, your brain has long since begun grouping them with Santa Clause rather than real people (not to say that Santa isn’t real, he’s just so elusive you think he doesn’t exist…occasionally). In addition to being in completely foreign territory, you’ve been stuff in your vehicle for the past 12 hours with all the music on your computer, some Spanish, and a voice CD. Now imagine that your brain tries to process this material simultaneously.

You get a restless, opera singing Mexican totally weirded out by the fact that his entire existence spans only six feet from his body as he tries to figure out how in the Hell everyone he knew has been replaced by pointy-eared little men.

Maybe I just had too much trail mix.