Friday afternoon, I said to Brewier, "Lets go to Florida." "When?" He asked. "Right now," I replied. So we did, arriving in the sunshine state at 3am. I now understand how tourists feel. As I sat amidst the palm trees, sun burning my skin, breeze blowing my hair, I thought, "This is great! I could live here!" Of course, three days later, I'm red and crispy, my eyes are swollen and itchy from all the pollen, and I'm having trouble breathing. Reality bites. I am however in much better spirits, and climbing out of the pit of depression, after being able to spend time with friends and family.