Chicago: the Prologue

I've got a riddle for you. What do you do when you have been in the car for at least 6 hours and you can't see the end (all the times your brother said "Are we there yet?" he got ignored, but you are burning with that same question), you can't stretch out your left arm or you'll disturb your now-sleeping brothers, you can't stretch out your legs or you'll squish the sandwiches, and you can't breathe or you'll distort the car's perfect air pressure? Given up yet? You blog. I wrote quite a long one that I'll put up after I get home... I need the computer there in order to put up all my awesome pictures and videos. Stay tuned...