I have been looking at pictures all night and it's been freaking me out. "Is that shit moving?" That's exactly what it feels like. You know how it's been and hour and a half, so you figure something's wrong with it. So naturally, you take two more! Then you run around the house trying to find a seat belt for the couch, hide your car keys and lastly, apologize to the dog in advance for what is about to occur.