People,

We are abandoning Florida. There is quite a story to tell, but more than a couple of those involved wish it not to be told. Sort of like a "What happens in Florida stays in Florida" type of thing. And so, with respect to them, we'll move on. If this leaves you unsatisfied, just imagine me covered in a mountian of cocaine eating lobster bisque and being waited on by underage cuban refugees. That was about the size of it.

Anyway, here's a good story about how lazy I am. Saturday at about 5:30 I decided I was tired and could use a nap. I got in bed, turned on an episode of Overhaulin' and settled in for a snooze. Cut to 9:30, when I woke up. Damn.

I got out of bed, had a pee, and then thought about what I should do. I could got to the movies, I could play x-box, I could work on songs or......hmmm.....I could go back to bed. Guess which one I chose.

Cut to 11:30 yesterday morning, when I woke up again. Yes folks, that's correct, I slept for 18 hours like I am some kind of feline/human chimera. I missed two meals, three invitations from friends to go out and do something and basically a full third of my weekend.

Damn.