I lost track of how many days we have been on the road weeks ago. Well, it seems like weeks, anyway.
Erin's driving again. Driving and singing. I think my eardrums are bleeding.
I'm going mad. I'm swiftly and surely sinking into the inescapable depths of madness and there's no possible escape for me. I'll be trapped in the damned kidnap van with three psychotic women for all of eternity.
