I started the day off at work by slicing my finger completely open on a joist hanger, which I've never done even after working with hundreds of them. So, I hoped it wouldn't get worse, and it really didn't luckily. I had an instrument lesson this afternoon, which went really well. We did a cross-country down Freeport, IL, in and out of the cumulus bases at 6000 ft and really smooth. The only thing that needed work was my landings, I'm not sure why, but I bounced it down the runway in Freeport, and I smashed it down pretty good back here.
I took another flight this evening, to keep building that cross country time (forgot my camera again, doh!). I took off, and went north-east up to Oshkosh, and I flew over the airshow grounds, and got to see some of the preparations for AirVenture. After that, I headed over to Wautoma, in central Wisconsin, then back to Middleton. It was another one of those perfectly smooth and calm evenings where you could fly hands-off for hours, and by the time I got back to Middleton, it was 9:30 and the sun had gone down, and there was just a little light still in the west, too little light to see anything though. I entered the pattern normally, and turned to final right on glideslope on the VASI and approach speed, all trimmed out, everything looking good. I saw the runway lights ahead of me, and was just waiting for the landing lights to start illuminating the runway so I could see where I was going. And I waited, and waited....and, "oh darn", no landing light, check the taxi light - no taxi light - stobes work, nav lights work, beacon is on, breakers are all in, everything should be working, but what I really need isn't working. Now I'm going into a black hole, with only the runway lights 40 feet on either side of me to tell me where the runway is. I could go around, but I'm not really going to be in a better situation than I am now, so I might as well try to land it. I make my best estimate of where the runway is, do my roundout, flare, and wait, and out of the darkness, I hear two chirps, and then the rumble of the nosewheel, and I've managed to grease it in without seeing the runway at all.
That wasn't even the hardest part, after I had landed, I couldn't see any of the runway markings, and I almost taxied right off the taxiway when I thought the line I saw on the taxiway was the centerline, when it was actually the edge. Whoops. So, an interesting night, and now, the quote, "hours and hours of boredom, punctuated with moments of shear terror" really makes a lot more sense to me now. 
The last aircraft I did it on, a few months back, we called downwind, advising ATC that we would turn 
