Last night, the interstate was lined with bright orange barrels. I saw a person in what appeared to be a full HAZMAT uniform standing still among them. Later on the bridge, there were two cars pulled over to the shoulder. One of the cars looked like it was totally crashed up in front, and there was a man walking toward it with his hands behind his head. Maybe the consuming darkness is making me hallucinate. Maybe I'm caught in a Flaming Lips video and I don't know.
In other news, I came up with the dumbest name I could think of while walking to work this morning: Brentany. Get it? It's a combination of Brent and Brittney. But the Brentanies of the world appear to be all over Myspace, so I guess someone thought it was allright.
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