We're still on the move. I'm...not sure when we'll stop actually. I have to force him sometimes to pull over and get some sleep. He's driven by demons, I know, but he needs to rest at some point.


I'm still getting used to this whole 'that thing you thought could never exist actually does exist.' It's like if you heard stories of aliens all of your life and went "Pshaw, aliens don't exist." And then not only it turned out that aliens do exist, but that they are creepy assholes, too, well...okay, that analogy probably isn't good, but I'm sticking with it. 


Yes, that's right, I'm calling it: the Slender Man is a creepy asshole.