Well, I'm in Merritt Island. Here's a highlight breakdown from the drive (Washington - Florida):

Day 1: Underskirt of bumper literally fell off the right side of car and dragged for a mile or two. Ghetto rigged it with shoe lace - 'cause I kick ass like that.

Day 2: Wyoming actually exists in a perpetual scenery loop that forces you to watch the same fucking hill go by for around 200 miles. Eventually you find a McDonald's and a Motel 6 to let you know that God has stopped hating you.

Day 3: Spent some time with a friend in Colorado. Did a lot of drinking. Discovered that breathing is impossible.

Day 4: Was still rather drunk. Saw Land of the Lost. Passed out in friend's sister's bed.

Day 5: Found a neat looking pine cone. Kept it. Otherwise uneventful. Drove.

Day 6:  Louisiana is spooky. Mississippi is strange.

Day 7: Got cut off by a milk truck. Threw neat looking pine cone at milk truck. Truck driver did not notice. Home.

The moral of the story is.. Fuck driving America.