Time is Tight

I'm back in Austin after visiting Houston, and tomorrow morning (at about 6 am, a time which I am not sure exists outside of stories to scare undergrads) my friends and I will be making out merry way to West Texas. This evening, we gathered essential supplies for the trip, like peanut butter and chips, as well as a bag of limes to ward off the scurvy. As soon as I finish this entry, I'll be packing up my belongings and selecting some music for the road trip. The car passengers are divided neatly between Will's car, which will be beeping and thumping with coldly efficient "robot music" and my own vehicle, filled with people who like recognizably human effort in their listening material (Will, I kid because I love).

Wish us luck everyone. With my sense of direction, we are going to need it.