Man I need a massage. I've been driving hard and fast for the past five days and living a pretty two-fisted life for quite a while longer. The fatigue is beginning to concentrate into poisonous pockets, mass tension in my back and neck, the kind that gives an almost nausia-enducing sense of relief when explored. Not a lot of fun to move. Need real rest. Just 48 more hours to go and then a pause. Bear down, Koenig. Bear down.