Great for geneticists and people who have really weird walls.

And then it was like I was back in high school but it wasn't like really MY high school, it was just like the idea of it? And then I was in this room, but it was a car, but it was driving itself? And then you were there, but you had different hair and you were making out with Margaret and that was like, totally bizarre.

There's something very Gatsby about these creepy mirrors. Ever watchful, ever judgmental.

I can't wait to see what comes cascading out of the back of this thing when the hydraulics kick in and tilt the upper level to dump its load. Rubber duckies? Couches? Leaves? Stolen electronics? How exciting!

Sure I need earplugs to drown out the terrifying nocturnal woodland creatures, but waking up is a breeze.