Iiiiiiinternet

[tanarill]

Ohthank[insert deity of choice here]!

I have been dying in my grandmother's house. It wasn't even the lack of internet. It's that it's Florida, and it is eighty degrees out, and she has the heat on. Because she's cold. Because she has rat poison in her blood. And the lack of internet, too, of course.

I have said my goodbyes. That's really what this trip was about, in my mind. Saying goodbye to her while she is still lucid enough to understand, and being able to remember her as that person.

Now, I have a Thing:

Drivers! In! Florida! They are assholes. They are goddamned fucking assholes. I put on my turn signal to change lanes, and . . . I am ignored. Completely. If there is someone in my blind spot when I do this, it seems to be a signal to sit there forever and not ever let me in. Or back off.

Dad has this theory that half the drivers in Florida are too old to be driving, because they can't see and can't hear and have no observational skills whatsoever. Them, I blame for still driving but not for being old. The other half of the drivers are young, hot, and talking on their cells phones. Them, I just blame full stop. They need to be exported to Oklahoma to learn some driving courtesy. Or maybe just common sense.

[huff, huff]

Epcot tomorrow. I should even be on tomorrow night. Yay.