Let's see... I'm on Long Island. Tomorrow we leave for Florida. I'm freaking out about the plane ride, but I suppose it's only on the inside. Breath, Danielle, breath. It's all Debbie's fault. If she hadn't been so paranoid to begin with, maybe I wouldn't be scared to death now! Argh! So apparently there's a mall right near our hotel. Yaaay. I don't know, I really really don't want to go though. I hope it's not intuition or anything and that it's just nerves. --More later. Or in a few days when I return to Long Island. *muahz*