Myself, paraphrased, from keryx's birthday last night, during a discussion of space tourism: "I'd rather be here eating chips and having sex."
I was alert and awake for the whole trip down to Richmond and the whole trip back; love the ipod. I have developed something I think many ipod users suffer from which is "next song disease". You're listening to shuffle mode and you may like this song but you have to hit 'forward' just to see what's next. We skipped or listened to 144 out of 3809. Didn't get to sleep until after 4am again.
Finished the Niffenegger book. Handed it off to Jack. It was really, really good.