Imaginations Don't Tell You What To Do - Unless You're On PCP

I think I'm on PCP. Maybe not, I don't know. I just drove 55 miles on the highway, and I had to clench the steering wheel tightly with both hands, white knuckles the whole way. I had to drive aimlessly around Ann Arbor for 10 minutes before I could get the courage to get on the highway. An hour later, I still don't feel right. I didn't eat anything weird, but I did, however, drink a whole bottle of wine. Well, I had two halves of two bottles, so I guess that's the same thing, right? Maybe I'm diabetic. I don't know. I'm gonna go eat brunch now. That should help, shouldn't it?