I know that I've all but disappeared off the face of the Earth, but no, I'm not dead. I'm just in Florida, which means that I'd rather be dead.

• It's fucking hot. It's been in the mid-ninties since I've been here. It's so hot, that as soon as I walk outside, the glare coming off of the asphalt is already giving me a headache. The humidity is between 80%-90%, and I'm at the point where I want to kill myself because it's just way. too. fucking. hot.
• There's bugs everywhere. Fuck that, the bugs are not even part of the problem at this point. There are lizards everywhere. They like humans, for some reason. Oh, they'll jump on ya.
• I'm on dial-up. It took me two hours to download the AIM installer (it's only 13mb), and it took me over 10 minutes to get to this page to update my livejournal. God only knows how long it'll take for the entry to go through.
• It's boring as shit. For some reason, my parents consider this vacaton. I've been here for 3-4 days and all I've done is watch TV. I love my grandma and all, but her house is not a vacation spot.
• IT'S LIKE THE FOURTEENTH LAYER OF HELL HERE. I HATE THE HEAT. ARRGHH.

The only good thing is that I've finished Child of God by Cormac McCarthy, and I feel sort of dirty. I don't know whether to cry, vomit, and curl into a fetal position, or declare that McCarthy is now my favorite writer. Maybe both. The book is that grotesque. 

I have over 8 things to review, but I'll get to that when I get home. For now, I'm just going to watch futurama and sweat. Because it's that fucking hot here.