Okay, yes, I did consider my own nasty anonymous post. It was fucking funny, y'all. Growing up sucks.
Sararsota is gorgeous, and I drove about a bit basking in the heat, but it took me, like, two hours to recover from the Sunshine Skyway Bridge. withdiamonds! You'd have had a stroke. And I have to go back on it tomorrow, because when I mapquested directions to my new job in Sarasota, it turns out that my new job is in St Petersburg. Hee! Good to know. But it's cool. I like St Pete even better than Sarasota.
It's not that I don't want to write about Fishkill, you know. It's just that the story is dauntingly long and frightening, and I'm going to have to say lots of really mean, albeit funny, things about lots of Fishkillians. So we'll leave it for another day. Plus, I still haven't finished Descent. One must have priorities, you know.