the essence of florida

I'm sitting in mom's "office" trying to make the most of my last guaranteed moments of high-speed internet for the next week. But I can't concentrate. Why? The television is blasting. Blasting. Mom's calling me. My last night at mom's and I'm sitting at the computer...

Back to the living room, in front of the t.v., with mom. Maybe I'll write from the peace and quiet of the airport tomorrow. Ciao.