As you can see in the previous post, I am in Florida. This is my third week here, and first week to stay at the hotel on the beach. I do enjoy staying 100 feet from the beach, but I only get the chance to see it for maybe an hour since we get home around 7 pm. By 8 pm... it's dark and the beach is gone. I ate at the Subway down the street from the hotel, since the only other choice in walking distance is the hotel restaurant, which i had last night, and it was not very good. Now, I haven't had Subway in well over a couple of years, and i always remembered it tasting like shit. And just in case anyone wants my opinion, it still tastes like shit. I have no idea how that Jared dude ate this crap everyday. He must either have no taste buds, or an extreme desire to "lose" weight. Tomorrow I'll most likely eat the hotel, only because I've heard the best things on the menu are the quesadillas. But then again, I'm from Texas, so the quesadillas back home are always amazing.
Good night. So ready for the weekend. No one better forget what Friday is, International Talk Like Pirate Day
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