Do you ever...?

Do you ever notice how when you're driving at night on a dark road with very little sleep that 2 hanging red lights up ahead look an awful lot like a giant chupacabra in the distance, peering at you, waiting for you to roll up so it can strike?

And do you ever wonder why the word "funky" means cool or good things until it's applied to a smell? Compare: "Dude, where'd you get those funky shoes? They're awesome." -with- "Damn, you smell funky. Like a combination of bleu cheese and wet dog."

And do you ever try to stay awake as long as possible to see what kinds of fucked up tricks your mind will start playing on you? Like trying to drive at night and avoid the chupacabras, or mistaking a slab of bleu cheese for your deodorant and tragically get mauled by your own dogs?

Yeah, I hate when that happens.

I'm at 38 hours awake and counting... time to crash.