Driving home at 2am is interesting. There’s a quiet in the air even though there are other drivers.

It’s a nice time to think. But maybe a terrible time because it’s late and I’m tired, especially after a six hour flight. So I stopped thinking and sang at the top of my lungs instead. The radio was pretty good to me tonight. Young and Wild and Free, Shake It Out, Super Bass, and Jumper were the highlights of my night.

I don’t know what I’m thinking anymore. That means it’s time for bed.