So I'm still kind of tired and although I know there's a lot I could be doing - cleaning, packing, reading - I'm just not motivated to do anything.  My cell phone just fell onto the floor and I'm still debating whether to pick it up.  I'm yawning, I have music playing, and my bottle of water isn't quite finished . . . meaning I'm content to sit here for another half hour, most likely. 

I'm listening to the song "Honeysuckle Sweet" by Jessie Alexander.  When I ditch my Napster service in a week (what's the point in paying for it if it usually doesn't have anything I want), this will most likely be one of the songs I purchase.  Anyways, I really enjoy the song, and I think it must have been part of the soundtrack for my childhood, at least until we moved from Texas to Washington.  I remember going out to the racetrack on the weekend to meet up with another family.  Nancy's dad drag-raced and we'd wander around, pulling apart the honeysuckle flowers to get at the drop of honey.  But really, I lived in West Texas.  We didn't have any rivers to wade into.  Not that I would have anyways.  I don't step into water I can't see through, which is why Virginia Beach doesn't quite ever seem like a real beach.  Beaches are in Tonga - 50 meter visibility - not brown half-meter visibility.

Anyways, I think I'm gonna switch fonts.  Maybe this?  Yeah, I think I like this better.  More separated, I guess, somehow.  Speaking of Virginia Beach, that's where I'll be tomorrow afternoon, with Cheryl and Lindsay.  Then on to half-price Riesling and then (hopefully) watching a movie in an academic building.  That means relaxing in a room I used to attend lectures in and watching a movie on a 10x10 foot screen . . . an appropriate way to end my college days, I think.

Okay, time for me to get up and do something.  Maybe I'll start Covenant or The Source.  I will definitely like them more than the just-finished Caribbean, which was tiring.  I just wanted to go more than a page without someone getting murdered or whining about the class system.  There's the summary:  People have always been killed in the Caribbean, due to a variety of reasons, mostly because others want to own the island, make the most money possible, and make everyone else obey them.  For 800 pages.

I'm still planning on reading and owning all books written by James Michener.  It's just that what I thought would be one of my favorites may end up much much much lower on the list than previously thought.  But I've made a dent into the whole owning his works thing: Caribbean, The Source, Covenant, Chesapeake, Hawaii, Alaska, Space, Poland, and Texas (of course!).  I've only read half of those so far, though.  I can't wait to read this summer.

And so I'm just gonna end this post, which has been random and long and definitely has no title.  And it's been 20 minutes since I started.  So I'm going to go pick up my cell phone, make sure it still works, debate doing laundry, and get myself more water and another book.