this drive is taking, like, for-everrrr

My brains are mush. Ryan's driving now. It's almost 930 p.m. We're somewhere between Fort Stockton and El Paso. We were warned this drive would seem endless and it does. Geez Louise, how do truckers do it?

To stay awake I've been pounding the Red Bull and sending text messages. A back-and-forth text message conversation is to a bored person what a cool drink of water is to someone crossing the desert.

Here are some texts I sent friends this evening:

* Just tried calling. Cell is poor. In betw San Antonio & El Paso. 329 to go 2night. What's the news?

* brain dead. 17 mi to Fort Stockton 250 or so to EP. just passed giant windmills.

* News flash: Texas is big. I'm starting to wonder if you can even FLY across it in one day.

Etc.

(What Ryan does to stay awake is weave the car between the white lines at 70 mph. Or does that mean he's already asleep? I don't want to know.)

Oh, and a big THANK YOU to Ryan for buying deoderant today (I'll let him explain that one). I'll be your friend 4ever now.

Tomorrow has a few question marks for us. We're hoping to meet some El Paso Gators and we're considering a jaunt into Mexico. Oh, does anyone know if we can take a rental car across the border? Let us know if you know.

Jeff