bad dumb poem made while lying on my back, laptop on my stomach

Winter has descended.
I cannot feel my toes.
My glove is soaked in gasoline
from a leaky hose.

Don't want to pack a suitcase
or be a good fore-planner.
Just want to get to San Antone,
come back a little tanner.

Yeah, I'm going to San Antonio tomorrow. It is not a place I ever had any particular desire to go to, but now I'm excited to meander in a new place - any new place. It is for an education conference, and I am not paying for flight, hotel, or conference fee. The conference should be really good. Barbara Ehrenreich is one of the keynote speakers! But I can't think about the conference or which sessions I will go to; all I can focus on is the fact that it's going to be mid to high 70s and sunny. There is a pool at the hotel. Will I have time to sit by it? That, and will I find things to eat? Going out to eat has become not that fun to me. And it's Texas... (sorry, Jen).

It's only November - kind of early to be desperate to get to a warmer place. Also, it is already after 9, but I cannot seem to make myself pack. I'm either ahead or behind on all things, as always.