User blog comment:LunaDiviner7/Inactiveness and Other Things/@comment-5044191-20110707175311/@comment-4792828-20110707180548

I feel your pain. Whenever we'd go to my cousins in Maryland (which is rare), we'd usually be driving through the night and be stuck in the car for about twelve hours because of that, though some of that time was stopping for breakfast and sleeping and the bathroom, but I can't sleep in cars that well.

While on the subject of torturous car trips, I ended up going to North Carolina for a ceremony (I'll explain later), and I was stuck in the car with little to do for eight hours (during the day, thankfully). Even the trip to my two-hours-away grandparents is torture for me.

And to make things worse, I was in the back of the car for all of those except the Carolina trip (thankfully), because my younger, seven-year-old sister gets carsick, and I don't think my parents want to move the three-year-old yet. So I'm stuck with my eleven-year-old brother in the back.