I’m driving with my knees. That’s right my knees. It’s 8:27am, and I’m driving with my knees, holding my bacon, egg, & cheese taquito in one hand, pouring salsa with the other. And the pine trees pass. And the waters are receding. And the mobile homes evaporate. And I’m driving with my knees. Jorge Regula pumps through the airwaves in my Saturn’s subcompact speakers. And as I consider all this, the thought of moldy peaches makes me wonder why I haven’t taken better care of this car. And then I make the turn into home.

Oh sleeplessness, you evil twit. You make my mind wander and wonder.