I am such a slacker. I was supposed to be packing for my big move all week, but I've made little progress. A break through was made tonight. I managed to box up my books, half of which will go to the used bookstore...no use keeping around things I can't see myself re-reading. As for the rest of my stuff, I don't have much, it can wait until next week. The weekend is spoken for! Tomorrow: work and Bellingham. Sunday: swimming.

The rest of my evening was spent with my favorite bottle of redwine, the recently discovered Rat Patrol Radio and my ceiling. I love staring at the ceiling. It was a luxury I didn't have less than a year ago and when I moved in with Sister last October, plopping down on the bed and spacing off was my favorite pastime. Even my beloved books were a distant second to my personal fantasies and philosophies. Oh, to lay on my futon and think about whatever I wanted, without having to worry about making someone's goddamn dinner or listen to someone's "rough" day was heaven. The freedom to let the mind roll... I still revel in it and I think the earlier deprivation has left me, in some ways, handicapped. Once in a while, I feel that I'm the female variant of Don Quixote.

Don Quixote. Hah! Not bad at all, but pay me no mind... the red wine speaks for me tonight.