ARG. Going on my run only scant hours after subjecting myself to 1408 with Ken--where he literally peeled my hands off my face every time I tried to cover my eyes--was really a bad idea. Here I am running along to The Music's "Getaway" and suddenly I feel like evil dudes with bad hair cuts and check-print shirts are out to swing hammers into my head. AND THAT CRACK IN THE ROAD LOOKED SUSPICIOUSLY LIKE A MONSTER.

Jesus. I ended up running that one pretty hard. Wound up wheezing and still freaked out of my head. NEVER AGAIN.