Do you ever have that feeling, sitting there, two hands on the steering wheel, that your arms could move, all by themselves, and drive you and your car and whoever is with you off the road, into the ditch, into that car next to you, into the line of oncoming traffic?

Do you ever stare so hard, when your eyes are tired, that you can only really see that round spot in front of you, and to move your focus to anywhere else, even a centimetre, is just too difficult?

Does it ever seem like it was an aeon since you inhaled? So you do, and you’re surprised your lungs still work?

Me neither.