I'm currently listening to the Dresden Dolls' cover of "New Year's Day" by U2, which never ceases to remind me of driving home from Eugene's house on New Year's Day two years ago. Route 80 was absolutely empty and light rain was falling. Ethel's symphony of unpleasant noises (my decrepit 1990 Volvo 240 with almost 200,000 miles on her) were competing with the music, as usual. Whenever I hear this song, I immeditely imagine myself merging onto 80 from Denville. This is in no way related to anything, in case you were wondering.