It's 3:05pm. I am looking at pictures of the top man made disasters of all time. It is depressing. The pictures, the facts, just Hurt. Morbid. How long have I been looking at this devastation? What time is it?

Wait. I remember searching the circuits for amusement parks nearly 2 hours ago?!?! How did I get here? From happy, fun, colorful places, to doom and destruction? My searches get crazy sometimes. The damn story just never ends. I fall down this hole often. Hours pass and I've seen more than anyone should. Following my psycho search engine. It starts with a G. It rhymes with oogle and is possessed. Yet it knows everything.