They also gave me this t-shirt which I can see myself wearing while I'm trying to hitch a ride on some central american highway:
It's a poem by Argentine writer and philosopher Jorge Luis Borges and in case you can't read it, it says:
Well, I need to get my house packed so I guess that is enough stalling for today. I've got the next three days to pack everything and bring it to mom and dad's where we'll be having a garage sale on Thursday and Friday and getting rid of almost everything. Then is Thanksgiving weekend, and I leave the following Sunday. Like I said, this leaving seems to really be speeding up.