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Coreyoria World Tour

“All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.”

Jet lag, thou art my bane!

Okay, so it's what? 5:20 in the morning and I am abnormally awake. My body clock is so screwed up after going back in time 8 hours and then taking a 17 hour roadtrip, that even I don't know what to think. I guess my life conclusion that jet lag is psychological and a war that can be won with perserverance of the mind is, after all, wrong. Damn you, jet lag, for causing me to be tired when everyone else is awake and to be awake when I should be sleeping like a baby! What to do ... what to do. Could this have anything to do with the Claritin-D I was forced to take last night as the result of a killer headache and uncontrollable sneezing yesterday? Ugh, I'm a mess!

I have naturally decided to get up and blog after a fit of internal rage caused me to pop out of bed and Shea asked me, "What the hell are you doing?" Me - "I can't sleep; I'm going on the computer." He - "You're a freak, Polk." Yeah, yeah, what else is new? How long was I supposed to wait there for? For the first time in a week, I feel full of energy. Why is it now? Ahhhh! Jet lag, though art my bane!!!!

Anyway, I'm in Florida, safe and sound. Our New York City excursion got nixed as a result of Brendan's checking out process being more of an ordeal that we had previously thought. And since going into the city can be somewhat of a process and we were low on time, it got tossed aside. Moma and Teany will have to wait for some other time, but I was truthfully glad to be out of the Northeast and heading south, as was Brendan. To D.C., the city where as far as we can tell - the sun is always shining. What a beautifully clean space full of preppies. Brendan feels at home there and I a little out of place, but we both agree it's wonderful.

We stayed with his sister for the weekend, mostly going out to eat and walking around. We did get a chance to go to the Holocaust Museum and WWII Memorial, both of which were crowded and impressive. I'd probably learn a lot by living in D.C., because there are so many museums and places to go to learn about history without reading history books, which I cannot do for some reason without falling sound asleep. Where's a history book when you need one anyway?

Sunday was awesome because I got to meet up with Cassie, a fun and amazing person that I was fortunate enough to meet whilst traveling through Europe last summer. Right around the time of the anniversary of that unbelievable trip, too. So we sat around in cafes, perusing through photos on the MacBook Pro that I advised her to buy (what a sweet computer), reminised a bit, and then she headed south again (she had been in D.C. coincidentally over this weekend for her sister's bacherlorette party). Cassman, it was so great to see you!

Monday around noon we began our own trip to the sunshine state and at around 4 in the morning, we decended upon Boynton Beach. Yesterday we went for an impromptu swim in the Atlantic Ocean. Luckily we had just been at the mall buying new flip-flops and had both purchased swimsuits on sale. We were just going to take a drive, but this was much better. Now finding the beach my family normally goes to proved hard. So what do I do when I'm lost? Call my mom of course. She always knows what to do and where to go, so I call her often for these types of things. Brendan refered to me as Batman and to her as my Alfred. Haha. Mom, you make a good Alfred!

Things in store: more beach, maybe a water park, a swamp-buggy trip through the Everglades with my grandparents, South Beach in Miami, and oh so much more. Stay tuned.

Signing off,
Bruce Wane
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