June 22th 1999

    Definatly ready to come home.  I don't have much to type because I am nauticous... whatever that word spells like... Ahh... I'm fucking sick.  This sucks.  Florida is hell... Welcome to hell it says on the airport.   "This is your last resting place before you die," "Hotter that hell," all of those quotes work in this case.  Too hot to ever live here.   Well... Today wasn't too cool.  All I got to do today was sit around and be my sick self.  Yesterday on the way to the Airport I felt sick and then on the plane and then all of the sudden it was gone... for about 2 seconds and then I threw up.  It all went into the bag... What am I telling you this for... You don't care.  Anyways.   My family and family friends went to MGM today... Exactly where I wanted to go.   I didn't feel like going today.  They should have gone to Disney.  That's where I don't want to go, or Epcot.  I want to go to Universal, MGM, and Busch Gardens.  That sounds good.  Anyways.  I better find something to eat that won't come up.

    There isn't that much here in this rental house.   It's a pretty cold yet empty fridge.  I found some water though.  :)   Watermellon too.  So I'll eat some of that.  Monday I tried to keep some of it down but I never succeeded in doing so, so right now I'm also dehydrated.  And actually I think I'm just going to go lay back down.  Ah yeah... And in case you were wondering how I was updating this page.  I am writing it all down on a note pad and then I'll transfer it when I get back home.  Alrighty, Later man.