The plan today is to at some point go up to Berkeley, maybe visit the dentist, then go sit in a cafe and write/revise. I'm trying to reduce the stack of paper I will otherwise have to take to Utah with me. That's the idea, anyway. Then I meet Karen for dinner at 6, then she lets me practice driving her car and I try not to crash into anything.
I was going to have my driver's test this Thursday, but I did go ahead and move my flight, so I'm leaving Wednesday night. So I'm going to see if they have anything available tomorrow afternoon. I think I should call the people I took lessons from and see if they have a car I can use. I'm not sure how this all works. I'm a little dubious about my ability to pass this test without more practice, but I guess it's worth a shot.
Anyway, after driving practice, I'm meeting a girl whose name I've already forgotten at Starbucks at 9:30, and then we're driving home so she can come look at my room. I hope to have this whole subletter question also settled by Tuesday. Am I a little nuts? Probably.
But I *am* mostly packed, so I think I'll be fine. I'm trying to plan on getting everything done by Tuesday night, so that I'm free to fret all day Wednesday. Good plan, eh? :-)
Karen's probably reading this and wondering why I haven't mentioned her new journal yet. Is that right, Karen? Are you just sitting there biting your nails, waiting for me to point the outside world to your journal? Maybe I should have waited; maybe I shouldn't have sent them to your journal yet; maybe it's not ready; maybe you should tear the whole thing down and redo it and just talk about the weather instead of Par's butt (which I admit, is pretty darn cute). Hmm...maybe that wasn't the best blurb I could give to entice people to your journal. Maybe I should have said, "This is the best journal in the whole world. I laughed. I cried. It was better than Cats." Maybe that would have enticed more people to your journal than the bit about Par's butt. But maybe not. You never know what those crazy journal readers will latch on to.
I'm off to make my morning tea, think about what I haven't packed yet, start calling people back, etc. and so on. I might check in again later; we'll see. Thanks to the (three) people who wrote back after my pitiful entry of a day or two ago...I'm glad *somebody* loves me.