If I can work up the gumption after dinner, I may go see Lord T and Eloise perform.

My family used to drive up to MN and Ill from southernmost NM just about every summer. However, usually without a/c and camping with 2 kids, so it was broken up into 3 or 4 days.

I drove from DC to Oakland in a big-ass moving truck for some friends who'd moved in a hurry. It took me 4 days and them quite by surprise. "We didn't expect you for two weeks!" Books on tape and an iron will. I can do anything!!

Beej I too have discovered books on tape. They keep me from having to take pit-stop mid trip naps. Mid trip naps in your car SUCK in summer months.

I love books on tape for long car trips. But, I occassionally still need the mid trip nap. And you're right, BD, mid trip naps in the summer are NOT fun. Of course, they're also not fun at Christmas when it's really cold out, either.

Holy frijole, I'm wiped.

Took Emmett to practice and got pressed into service. Not only had to hit fly balls to the outfielders (which I haven't done in four years, though I did have some pleasingly high and deep bombs), also had to catch for all the pitchers. Six pitchers times twenty pitches is a long time to be squatting on these 46 y.o. knees.

Books on tape are the stuff. One of my very favorite things in this life. On the road and around the house.

Wow...some militant Stargate fan group is trying to friend me on the Myspace... and trust me when I tell you I get behind the Firefly wagon and push as much as anybody but these guys are close to "knife a television executive" type fanatacism to get it back on the air.

Beej I too have discovered books on tape. They keep me from having to take pit-stop mid trip naps.

When *I'm* driving (particularly by myself), I have to get audiobooks of books I've already read, because that way I don't need to focus intently on the plot. Because if I *do* focus intently on the plot, I swerve into the other lane/off the road/into a tree/etc.

Also, NEVER drive when listening to David Sedaris, particularly Me Talk Pretty One Day. I was laughing so hard that I had to pull over on the highway. For real.

x-post from Bitches:

After I got out of the building tonight I realized that I should have left much MUCH earlier. Practically cried from the tension being released.

Got to class, told my instructor [link] what had happened. Told him I needed him to hurt me. [link]

There were only four of us in class.

He did.

I feel much, much, better.

Then one of my classmates took me out for a drink. I got grapefruit juice. Sick. Sick. Sick.