I'm posting from Houston. I'm in a LaQuinta hotel which does have free internet, unlike my mother assumed.

I came here to see my cousin graduate from high school. Originally the plan was to actually attend the ceremony, but the weather turned sour, and the outdoor graduation was moved inside, meaning that, due to limited seating, I was only able to watch the graduation via the schools streaming broadcast over the internet. I sort of half watched the ceremony until my cousin came onstage. When he finally did, I took a picture of the screen and cheered. Then we went in to the other room and watched a bit of Meet Joe Black, a Brad Pitt/Anthony Hopkins movie I had heard of, but never seen. Everyone not at the ceremony said it was the best they had ever went to.

Also, I officially do not work at Jackson Java anymore. I did not cry, but I did sigh quite a lot as I closed up shop for the last time. Every time I sighed, I felt self-consious, thinking "I really shouldn't be so obvious," but moments later I would sigh again.

I'm sure if Joe and Peg, the original owners, were still there, I would have really cried, but they weren't, so I left with my masculinity intact.

On that note, I have a confesion. I told a number of individuals who, in my opinion, were begging to be decieved, that I would be an extra in a movie. To some, I was more specific than that. I told a few of these people that I was going to be in a Quentin Tarantino movie, and that I was to be shot by Bruce Willis is scenes 7, 12 and 15. Sadly, this is false. I was having a good laugh at these people as I told them this, but felt bad about it afterwards. For this reason I am confessing my mischief here. Sorry, folks. The joke's on you.