Three days of the Conflor(ida)

I hope the play on words in the title of this blog isn't too obscure.

I arrived in Florida this morning at 5 AM Florida time, 2 AM my time. I took a giant nap when we got back, pretty much the whole afternoon.

I also got my textbooks (all but 1, which is being sent to the ship) today. Three books on Islam and one on Marine Biology. We sent them here, to my grandparents' apartment, but failed to tell my grandpa about it. So, when he received the first book on Islam, their reaction was "how did somebody get our name? How DARE they! Send it back!" I guess I would be a little confused if a book on Islam showed up on my doorstep. Luckily, we called later that day and everything got to where it needed to go.

For dinner tonight I spent three hours at a French restaurant. We were the last to leave. I lost interest in the conversation when it switched to Medicaid.

I'll be in Florida until Sunday evening, when I fly to the Bahamas and meet up with Isaiah. Until then, I'll be seeing lots of my relatives, ranging from the ages of 75 to 100,000. I will be gathering as much comic material as possible from them, going into a document on my phone called "3 days in florida" and will probably have more stuff in it than any document on there already.

I've got my two suitcases full of everyting I'll need, which really, isn't too much. About 13 shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, 1 cargo pants (With lots of pockets) all my art supplies, 4 warm shirts, a nice shirt, slacks, socks, underwear, some shoes, toiletries, rummikub in a bag, my melodica, and some Ben Folds sheet music. My sister was like "that's all?" and I was like "uh, ya."

Oh, and if you didn't get the joke in the title, it's a play on words of this.