Letting it all slide

[If I can figure out a way to display this, it's going to Miami.] I have fallen off the wagon: snacking, napping, avoiding a workout, buying myself a rice dream mocha pie, and refusing to pack. I'm moving on Saturday and won't have internet access until next Wed or something heinous like that. I have this vision of living on a military base, and it involves being alone in stretches of desolation where I have no access to creature comforts. Of course, I know this is untrue since I've already been told that we are close to the library and gym and that even an arts and crafts center exists. I also have been informed that the closest place for miles and miles to purchase quinoa is actually right on the base.

I finished up a big fat app today, mailed off an auction donation, and rejoiced in my first nap of the week. Yesterday I forgot to mention that Ching-In will be on a panel Friday afternoon at Belladona’s Advancing Feminist Poetics & Activism Conference. I can't attend, but it's free, so go if you can!