Some love them, some hate them, but there's no denying that roadtrips can be a bit of a mental rollercoaster at times.
Okay! Yeah! Ready to go on vacay!
How much longer?
I'm cold.
How many movies can I watch until my laptop dies?
I have to pee.
Will my foot ever wake up?
Is there any comfortable position in this car?
I'm hot.
Are we there yet?
I still have to pee.
Woah, I think that was the 3012th cow we've seen on this trip!
Can my phone's remaining 32% last for the next six hours?
I'm hungry.
Still have to pee!
I've never been so excited to stop for gas.
Oh my God my legs have atrophied.
Has this bathroom seen a Clorox wipe in the past 30 years?
Let's see our food options: oh cool we have McDonalds, McDonalds, or McDonalds!
We must forge on!
I have to pee again.
Semi! AH! Please don't run me over!
Foot? Hey, yeah it's me. Could you PLEASE wake up!
I wonder how people in covered wagons did this.
Hour eight: all electronics dead, no end in sight, hallucinations setting in.
Seriously, how are we not there yet?
Would anyone notice if I peed my pants?
The end... it's in sight.
How has the last hour been going on for three hours?
Freedom! At last!