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I'm what feels like the only passenger on a slow-moving train. This train is going to crash. Yes it is. There's no telling when or how, but it will happen, just as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow morning. And the rather peculiar thing about this scenario is that I have no intention of getting off, and there's plenty of time. Believe me. I know what is to come. I feel it. Yet I'm still sitting, eyes half open. Half shut? No. Half open. Fingers crossed.

PS - My bike boo boo itches and I shouldn't have watched Donnie Darko. This makes me go even more insane.