Is anybody here from Florida?

Pic. 91X.

I attacked San Diego with everything I had, and left feeling like I’d been in a fully furnished house that had been thrown down a gigantic flight of stairs and into the ocean, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Alas, because I was operating on just a few hours of sleep over the last couple days, as soon as I returned home last night I hit the bed at about a million miles an hour.

Rest assured, I’ll get my ship righted by Friday.

Or at the very least, pulled from the bottom of the sea.