I wish my Internet access extended to long road trips. Not that it would be impossible, it's just that my particular cell phone is so new it doesn't have a data kit on the market yet. So I write offline.

I'm going to the beach. The beach is on a lake, but from what I've seen until now, you wouldn't know it wasn't the ocean if someone didn't tell you. Still, I have yet to see this one particular place. It's called Port Dover.

I'm listening to my cool new MD. No, this isn't the same disk I was recording yesterday. It's a mix of some cool rock and electronica, and I'm listening to the now ultra-mainstream Coldplay. I'd love to sound a little cooler and say I'm listening to Parachutes, but no, it's their current album.

Breakfast was at 8am, at a Burger King. They have an incredible Croissant sandwich that tastes like airplane food (the kind people eat, not the kind fed to airplanes).