Wobbly Legs

Unfortunately, my ineptitude at blog writing is not due to land or sea sickness, since I have not yet departed on this trip that has taken up about 78% of my running thoughts. This will be my first blog since the survey-clogged, self-pitying livejournal I foolishly created in 8th grade, so it will most likely start out pretty rusty (again, not an ocean reference, regrettably...i wish it were rusty from sea salt). I am still frightfully low on supplies, but will hopefully be purchasing them on Saturday this week (so interesting, right?). I want to bring a giant, initially inconvenient thing like a waffle maker with me on this trip.That way, all the curses and hateful remarks I direct at it while I lug it through Bahama's customs will be replaced with cooing, honeyed praise when it makes me a legion of steadfast friends as soon as the Great Waffle Shortage sets in. The fact that I hate waffles is immaterial, I'll thank myself in the end! Ok, this was mostly just to fill up space until I start having interesting, culturally illuminating things to say, so I will stop here.